There comes a point, on everyone’s path, when you stop understanding.
The fear of no longer being able to encode anything, of no longer knowing how to read the present.

It happens even though everything keeps coming: information, truths, readings of the present, from every direction and without pause.

We should have an answer for everything.
And yet we can’t find ourselves anymore — not in ourselves, not in the people around us.

?Syntax Error is an error whose origin we don’t know.
It explains nothing. It points to no cause. It only says the system has stopped.

Stop. Pause.

We don’t want to know everything.
We don’t want to understand everything.
Right now, we don’t want to.

Maybe that’s a beautiful thing, maybe not.

Where are we going? What do we really want? Is the model right or wrong?

Let’s stop.
Let’s admit the system error.

It could be liberating.
Or maybe just a pause.
For as long as it takes, lost in the dark, like at an Autechre concert.