Right now I am reading a strange
little collection of what can only generously be described as “stories”. The
collection is called Degenerative Prose and it takes its cues from the “Avant-Pop”
movement which apparently was a thing back when it looked like the rise of the
internet was going to make the world into a peace-loving intellectual commune
of anarcho-hippie. Little did they know back then that the internet was really
just going to be the most effective means of distributing cat videos and
porn that mankind has ever devised.
At this moment I am reading
something like an “essay” by a woman calling herself “Eurudice” and I just came
to this passage which I really enjoy:
There is no greater art than the art
of daily life. The talent for living well is the most substantial; so I try to
fashion my life as I would create a text, driven by sheer desire and
imagination, with no regard to rules, limits or fears, feasting on this
bottomless world.
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