In my worldview, there are filers, and there are pilers. Filers think alphabetically. Pilers think geologically.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
For one person, organized files might be a crucial tool for creativity; another person finds inspiration in random juxtapositions.
I'm fascinated by the narrative of geology, and I'm a veritable pack rat of a collector on the road. I keep a rock hammer in my car.
I write across genres so I see them, more often, as complementary instead of separated by boundaries.
We think in generalities, but we live in detail.
Is not the whole world a vast house of assignation of which the filing system has been lost?
I think when people are repressing things, or burying things, that can manifest in all sorts of ways.
I think it's an individual thing. Your mountains are my molehills.
When documents were analog, they were protected by government laws against unreasonable search and seizure. When they live in the cloud... the ground is shifting.
Like a historian, I interpret, select, discard, shape, simplify. Unlike a historian, I make up people's thoughts.
A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral.