New
The new day is still always no more than that at its very beginning.
Is there something that is hoped for every time a day is opened up for existential tender?
No one wants to tell you where they got it from. This has given rise to the false conception of originality. As thought there is something other worldly: muse. Thought is site specific.
The porsche out of the garage. Got to take it out, accelerate out of the corner, take risk, bring value to surface. Made to be destroyed.
The object's obsolescence creates: new.