Spring Cleaning - by Harrison Paek - Harrison’s Substack

Hello again. It’s the time of year when Wisconsin treads awkwardly across the partition between Spring and Summer. It’s 85 today, but next week will be cold. I made myself a floral arrangement today. The lilacs bloom in the dooryard. Summer sings of stonefruit and a cold margarita by the pool. (woowee look at me I’m Sam Sifton) I’ve been thinking about this idea of spring cleaning for your mind. Ever since I read Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow, I sort of think about being conscious as a grand Western video game. We are the worlds we build for ourselves and today I want to revisit the places I’ve been. Perhaps this blog is just a place for my tumbleweeds and dustbunnies. I think location-based metaphors are sort of an interesting way of explaining the ebb and flow of our thoughts and emotions. “I was in a really dark place”, or “he’s very distant”, or “it comes from a place of love” tease at a broader idea of what it means to live as a person in a human body. I’ve been thinking that

Hello again. It’s the time of year when Wisconsin treads awkwardly across the partition between Spring and Summer. It’s 85 today, but next week will be cold. I made myself a floral arrangement today. The lilacs bloom in the dooryard. Summer sings of stonefruit and a cold margarita by the pool. (woowee look at me I’m Sam Sifton) I’ve been thinking about this idea of spring cleaning for your mind. Ever since I read Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow, I sort of think about being conscious as a grand Western video game. We are the worlds we build for ourselves and today I want to revisit the place