I never liked labels. My latest obsessive project though has been asking myself thusly:
Imagine I’m dead. I wrote a lot of stuff.
Someone finds my stuff and goes, “HOLY SHIT THIS IS AMAZING!” and collects it together.
Puts it in a book. 10 books. 1000 books.
Now a Librarian is faced with the task of sticking it on a shelf somewhere to get dusty like the rest of them.
Where will I fit in?
I found an automated dewey decimal classifier (a nice AI job they did) and ran my 9000 of my little writings through it. Now I know