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  • Maybe a somewhat tenuous link, but I really recommend seeing this guy.

    http://www.roundhouse.org.uk/whats-on/2017/daniel-kitson

    For a long time, I had a very reliable, mid level, domestic espresso
    machine.

    I remember buying it in central London, after a long tour and I
    remember struggling to get it out of the boot, telling myself the
    weight of it justified the price of it. It went in the kitchen, in the
    corner, on its own sideboard and, quickly becoming a large part of my
    life, it stayed there for years. I would turn it on in the morning,
    before I was even awake, I would hold it for warmth in the winter, and
    I would use it every day, more than once, all the time, to make
    coffee, not just for myself, but visiting family members, local
    friends and a variety of tradespeople.

    Then it stopped working.

    There were no external signs of damage and I owned a screwdriver. So,
    eager to understand how it once worked, eager to quickly pinpoint and
    rectify the current problem and eager to rebuild the whole thing
    better than before – I dismantled it.

    Soon enough the espresso machine was gone, replaced by a functionless
    heap of its own constituent parts the nature of which I could neither
    identify or comprehend. Faced with this godless sprawl of unknown
    components, tangled tubes and what felt like a billion tiny screws, I
    let my eyes drift out of focus and waited quietly for understanding to
    emerge and expertise to announce itself.

    That did not happen.

    After forty minutes, I put everything in a pile, on the floor, in the
    corner. Then I wiped the table and filled the kettle.

    That pile is still on the floor, years later, and I remain not simply
    incapable of rebuilding the machine or identifying it’s problems, but
    barely able to even remember how this paltry hodge podge of
    de-purposed parts, redundant in isolation and gathering dust, could
    have once been the interlocking pieces of something that actually
    seemed to work.

    Well.

    This show is like that.

    Only it’s not an espresso machine, it’s my understanding of the world.

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