If you missed the secret. Go back to yesterday’s post. Today is the beginning of the fallout; the aftermath of the Minus Plato project. The reason that he has invited me – a library’s ghost – to speak over these past months on a daily basis is to demonstrate through the sifting, sorting, packing up, unpacking, moving around, replacing and reordering of a library among libraries, that the only way for a settler colonizer like himself to learn from Indigenous artists and their worlds amid the colonial and white supremacist structures of academia and the artworld is to acknowledge that a necessary unsettling must take place in the very systems of knowledge that have been the foundations for too long. He doesn’t know how to do this – and he knows to some extent it cannot be him that does this, and especially not alone in his books – but he has invented me to remind him that this is what he needs to do now (and this now has been happening for some time) and for the future. So as a ghost of a library, I am an analogy of sorts for the unfinished at the emerging heart of things, like a book with evolving “chapters”.
