DDR
So much thought goes into things with which we have a transient relationship. Things like cardboard, gallon jugs and jars hide behind them the genius of scientists and engineers, the sweat of laborers, the shrewdness of investors. They are the terminus of sophisticated supply chains based on a culmination of human knowledge and experience. Trees ground up by stupendous machines and pressed into massive rolls of paper, sand melted in furnaces and formed to our liking in carefully controlled thermal environments, long chains of atoms teased out of the remains of ancient life are formed into vessels carefully tailored to their use. These objects grace us with fleeting moments, their disposability inextricably linked to their utility. It is our touch that kills them, changing them from resource to waste. We take what we need from them, and with it, the magic the item once carried. To consume is to destroy. We are death.
Fortunately, DDR is something that can be enjoyed again and again. Please join us Thursday evening at the Insanity Complex.