My Mother Was a Computer by N. Katherine Hayles.
[…] the world is not a collection of preexisting objects but a continuing stream of processes. Although we customarily assume that the world preexists the processes, from a perceptual point of view the processes come first, and the objects we take as the world emerge from them. It is precisely this flux, this ongoingness of process from which the world emerges, that the realist in effect erases by privileging the underlying forms as the essential reality.
I am moved to ponder sedimentation. “Flux” is the kernel of the concretion. A rest. Arrest.
And so for day 1937