We place ourselves in the world with lists. With lists, we sandbag against the ravaging, indiscriminate incursion of time. We index and order as talisman against death. This ordering engraves, leaving a recording of our wonts and troubles and loves. Lists, as considerations of and meditations on the materials with which we put flesh on our bones and become human, stand us in relation to the cosmos. They convey priorities, understandings. We index and order as talisman against death.
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