Slouching Towards Sensemaking
Slouching Towards Sensemaking There’s a particular quality to the confusion of our current moment that reminds me of standing in Dolores Park at dusk, watching fog roll in from Twin Peaks while the Mission stays stubbornly sunny. We’re between weather systems, between worlds. The old information order – built on broadcast towers and printing presses, gatekeepers and institutions – is visibly dissolving. The new one hasn’t quite condensed into recognizable forms yet. We’re in the interregnum, an