They don’t look back. The fire door closes with a click that echoes in the empty natatorium.
And somewhere inside, the lane dividers settle, finally still.
Hilary Lawson has a strange idea: the world is fundamentally open. Everything is contingent. Nothing is fixed. But we can’t function in a world of radical openness, so we close things. We pretend things are permanent. We create narratives. We impose structure on chaos. And we live inside those closures as if they’re the truth.
The problem is: we forget they’re closures. We forget we did the imposing. And we get stuck.
┌──────────────────────────────────────────┐
│ HOLDING CLOSURES LIGHTLY │
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│ Closures are necessary *and* we need │
│ to hold them lightly. │
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│ They're tools, not truths. │
│ You close something because you need │
│ structure to function. │
│ │
│ But if you forget it's a closure, │
│ you become trapped in it. │
└──────────────────────────────────────────┘
I know this experientially. There are moments when I’m locked into what I call “practical mode” — running through patterns, executing what I know how to do, treating the world as fixed and knowable. And then, sometimes, that closure opens. I realize: the thing I thought was permanent is actually contingent. The category I thought was necessary is actually chosen. The pattern I thought was inevitable can be different.
And suddenly the world gets bigger. Scarier, maybe. But also more alive.
Lawson’s framework gets interesting here. He’s not saying everything is infinitely open and anything goes. He’s saying closures are necessary and we need to hold them lightly. They’re tools, not truths. You close something (a category, a decision, a way of being) because you need structure to function. But if you forget it’s a closure, you become trapped in it.
This is especially important for thinking about identity. Who I am is a closure. The way I think about myself is a collection of chosen categories that I’ve treated as permanent. But it doesn’t have to be. There’s an openness underneath. At any point, I could open that closure and choose differently.
The paradox: Postmodernism says everything is open, everything is contingent, there’s no fixed truth. But that claim itself is a closure. It’s trying to fix things (even if the thing it’s fixing is “nothing is fixed”). Metamodernism, the songwriter’s term, tries to hold both: act as if things are real and meaningful while knowing they’re contingent and can reopen.
This thread is about learning to live in that paradox. How do you commit to something while knowing you could choose otherwise? How do you create meaning in a world without guarantees? How do you let things stay open — stay alive with possibility — while still building structure, making decisions, actually functioning?
The thinkers: Hilary Lawson and closure theory (what is a closure, how does it work, what opens it). The metamodernists on oscillation (Vermeulen & van den Akker). The 49/50 doctrine (perfect imperfection, mistakes as holy). Žižek on ideology and how we live inside systems we don’t fully believe in. Systems theory on feedback and recursion. The idea that identity is less about fixed essence and more about repeated choice.
And this connects directly to the other threads. How do you attend without memory (how do you let each moment stay open)? How do you think with tools that constrain you (how do you open the closures they create)? What’s the relationship between openness and attention?
Follow this thread if you’re interested in what freedom looks like when you’re always already constrained.
the studio practice of chosen imperfection — closure theory enacted through glitch and groove