a bit on the creator's vidyātīrtha
You are not one self. This is not tragedy. It's more like the weather.
These questions are a practice in self-inquiry: the unguarded yet thoughtful answer discloses something interior (அகம்) — a subject, the grammatical I, a formulation of truth.
To the degree you're able, forget that you ever responded to the questionnaire. Return after a period of time to answer the questions again. The earlier responses seemingly belong to a different person…
Infer the harder truth: the one who answers is provisional. Other versions of self come and go through life. The questionnaire keeps their record — numerous is the I, oneself emerging from others in succession that bears one name.
Find who sleeps.
A formulation of truth is a website and an archive — a place where users remember in the mode of fragments. Artifacts of impression, private and public, pass under glass, shimmering an afterimage of lived experience translated from a remembered past. Memory here is not linear narrative but a constellation: curious, seemingly silly fragments that, held together, produce a sudden, dialectical image of a life today — the past in collision with the present.
I envision this website as an instrument to focus attention: not a test, but a mechanic for rendering the past legible in the present. The questionnaire captures a selfie taken from within — subject and archive colluding — so that a single moment may be compared, placed beside, felt through an other. Reproducibility does not diminish aura; the site's structure redistributes it, letting echoes be heard in different rooms.
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