Paper Tigress
Saturday the 9th of January 2010
I remember reading Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. The narrator proposes a piece of metal cut from a beer can as a shim to repair his friend’s expensive motorcycle. He’s thinking only of the scientific properties of the metal, but the friend, John, is aghast at the suggestion his beautiful machine be fixed by a piece of junk.
I recently took a computer security course that included a segment on physical security. We watched a video of Barry Wels opening a lock with a piece of cardboard cut from a toilet paper roll. Unlike John, this for me was an encounter with the sublime.
To a certain mind, I realised, there are no locks, no doors or windows, no walls. There is no security.
And so we’re free.