“strikes me as the kind of tripe I’d hear at a 10:00 at night in a bad coffee house”
At these moments, which are characterised by the sudden lifting of the burden of anxiety and fear which presses upon our daily life so steadily that we are unaware of it, what happens is something negative: that is to say, not ‘inspiration’ as we commonly think of it, but the breaking down of strong habitual barriers.
come on guyzs modernism isn’t that bad. it’s pretty good!
Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.