in my work life and creative practice, i often place myself as a resource. looking at ways i can bring my experiences and energy to the fore and to work with others on ideas and projects and access. my mind is a catalogue that spills and becomes bookmarked into the recesses of the machine.

as the brain retrains into filtering an endless display of data, and clicking through to significant pieces and what might matter later on. how our individual selves curate this information becomes a form of currency. the value in time and energy expended in the research, how on #twitter a thousand people may not realise they have each posted the same thing and this feeds the algorithm. this information super highway has become a narrow dirt track at the rear of town.