Recursive Press
Ex Officina Londini, Anno Domini 1667
The fate of every civilization is to become archaeology. Beneath every city lie the ruins of the city that believed it was permanent. Beneath every certainty lie the questions that certainty suppressed. The press exists because forgetting is the default and remembering costs something — costs a person, a room, a moment of attention before the idea has settled into the form the history books will later record.
You think history is a line. It is a stack.— The Priest’s Laughter, I
Does the river begin where you first see it?— The Priest’s Laughter, I
The record is always incomplete.— The Vessel, The Council of Shades
Take it. Carry it as you can.— The Vessel, Prisca
Nullum unquam fuit nihil; sed aeternus motus.
Nothing was ever nothing; but always eternal motion.
Set & printed in the manner & spirit of Recursive Press, founded by H. Quill, London, 1667. Four thousand years. One argument: that the curious reader, anywhere in the world, deserves to stand inside the room where the idea was alive — before it became history, before it became fact, before it forgot what it cost to think it. The motion continues.