To lose yourself: a voluptuous surrender, lost in your arms, lost to the world, utterly immersed in what is present so that its surrounding fade away. In [Walter] Benjamin’s terms, to be lost is to be fully present, and to be fully present is to be capable of being in uncertainty and mystery. And one does not get lost but loses one self, with the implication that it is a conscious choice, a chosen surrender, a psychic state achievable through geography.
That thing the nature of which is totally unknown to you is usually what you need to find, and finding it is a matter of getting lost. (…)
Of course to forget the past is to lose the sense of loss that is also a memory of an absent richness and a set of clues to navigate the present by; the art is not one of forgetting but letting go. And when everything else is gone, you can be rich in loss. (…)
Socrates say you can know the unknown because you remember it. You already know what seems unknown; you have been here before, but only when you were someone else. This only shifts the unknown from unknown other unknown self. That much is certain. It can be a kind of compass.
listening while reading: The Whitest Boy Alive – Intentions