The messiness of beginnings always arouses feelings of uncertainty. D. Graham Burnett calls this uncertainty a messy and startling hubbub. Michel Serres speaks of headwaters; the birth of flows which resemble noise. James Joyce, perhaps most famously, recounted his birth and continual (re?)-creation. We are given many opportunities to fill space, or step-aside; the sum of these decisions results in the creation of time.
The Rum Diaries examines the creation of Paul Kemp. An adaptation of a similarly-named novel by Hunter S. Thompson, we wonder to what extent this is a a recounting versus a fictionalization of the Good Doctor's younger years. But if we have learned anything from Thompson (and Jann Wenner hopes we have) it is that the truth is an arrival of the reporter and the reader; an emergent creation of spirit and event. If "turbulence is an intermediate state between redundant order and pure chaos" (Serres 1995), then life is lived amongst turbulence. We create ourselves and the world between the known, which helps to guide us, and the unknown, which we pursue into the distance. In other words: the creation of time.
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