Night

 Sometimes in my daily life I'll come across something that makes me focus on a small niche of entertainment or a hobby because of how vast it is to me. I'll think about taking in all its information it gives me through my senses and storing it somewhere before exhausting it and moving on like there was never anything that happened at all save the memory of it and the span of my focus on it. Often this will always lead to an accumulation of things, some kind of collection and it's appealing on it's own for such a representation of its world and how much deeper in information can be found. Yet before I even get started I stop myself, I've never gotten anything out of life this way but somehow the value of immersion and self exploration can be found in them. These things appear to be locked from the inside and force will only lead to loss and and an absence of value. Everything I have found I often drunkenly stumbled into at one point or another. Nothing to lose and gave something a try sometimes without realizing it and then a wealth of information was open to me as I traveled that path and accumulation of things was only what occurred as a result. Some of these things were the center object of that world that gave access through their meaning and location attachments to new ways of exploring the data of this experience. Such attachments are usually the result of the user's path interacting with the content of the object, everything the object has experienced and then holds. The injection into at force of will into any class of media belonging to a specific set of data, the consumption and knowledge of some specific kind of foreign cuisine, or the collection of interesting objects bought with the intent of finding some sort of resolve for something in your life only later amounting to waste because this was an empty interest you can't connect your network of experience to, to access its own. Nothing will come out of anything but chance and direction of will. If something matters it will show itself and you will accept it without immediate realization because the path already contained it as part of its content and must be moved through. Take a text file, make another, upload each to a CD, sell the items, make an online market place dedicated to the items, attract collectors and become one yourself of your own items created to fill space in a unique way and allow constant activity. This is a created world but it's isolated, anyone can be fooled into thinking the solitude is what makes this valuable but only if there is nothing but rest valued and no desire for further experience. If it's not an a space to stay in it must allow bridging through spontaneous content interaction. Not everything that brings occupation holds accessible value.