just finished reading the carrier bag theory of ficion by ursula le guin and it made me cry, this links so many feelings, echoes and intuitions.
i have become totally uninterested in "the arrow-shaped stories" (as she says), the one that goes from A to B to make a point, to triumph something wrestling with logic, science or nature, as a proof of the sharp genius of the hero, probably killing a thousand worlds on its way, carelessly transpiercing them without even daring to recognize they exist. displaying claims as a form of progress, leaving no room to gather anything else than exactly what they say: this technology is better, this one is bad because facts, people should understand that, the future will be this, etc.
i am building interfaces like bags, tools like boxes, websites like homes, all containers for worlds old and new, to include and cohabit different energies (especially the untold ones). to open, to unfold: a multidirectionnal movement that can't be summarized into the linear logic of the spears. to allow people to collect and make their own stories inside of technology, to stretch the 'tasks to achieve' into time so they can become fully inhabited processes where their completion stop being the hero, but merely an artifact of opening new born worlds of practices, transforming us as we live in them.