When I think of the concept of “progress,” I admittedly have a difficult time trying to empirically break down my own perceived “success” on the topic. We can always start from the beginning, I guess. How do we define “progress?” And I suppose the companion question to this is, what happens, then, if the individual in quest of “progress” is overly ambitious? How does one know how to prioritize the goals one wishes to achieve?
I’m currently sitting on 527 gigs of projects I’ve decided to vault. In case you were wondering, my practice of “vaulting” a song is the act of purposely withholding the song from the general public. I sometimes tease its existence through various social media platforms in the form of lyric lipsyncing videos that I’m sure everyone has grown tired of (I know, I wouldn’t follow me either) or other more subliminal ways such as playing the instrumental softly in the background of an unassuming piece of content, usually set at common places like coffee shops, parks, etc. Admittedly I have a proclivity to add subtext to anything I make public, including the piece of content you’re reading right now. Very headass, much “meta,” indeed. Since the beginning of social media, and I really mean myspace and tumblr days, the duplicitous fashion I tend to utilize these platforms has had clear, albeit suspect, intentions, but as time went by, it became organic, thoughtless, and of second nature. So take anything I say here with a grain of salt. Or not. Why would I expose myself like this?
Number 5 of my list of things I’ve learned since moving to Koreatown reads:
You were never really lonely. You just weren’t present.
Consider this as a companion piece to that bulleted item.