To be called forth by a speck of dust

Less a response, this commentary is a conversation with Anna Secor's ‘Spacetimeunconscious’, riffing off its offering. I trace one of the playful characters in Secor's article, the speck of dust that shapeshifts across the paper's 18 pages, folding and dispersing geographies and temporalities. I am wrestling with how to make sense of geographies that I care about, exactly at the same moment when these geographies are blown up into shards all over my screen. And I would like to think of Secor's paper as a companion for me, and for those who might be trying to figure a way to face the slow and fast breakdown of the surfaces of the present; a supplement, rather than an answer, to the question of where do we go from here, now?