people aspire to surveillance these days, or, you think being permitted is the same as being free

*

fuseli's nightmare

"What is the place where all the thinking and interesting ideas happen?" asks E.A. "F. Scott Fitzgerald told me it was Princeton, Herman Melville told me it was a whaling vessel, Lester Bangs told me it was a record, Graham Greene told me it was in prayer, and Dan Clowes told me it was in a line—what you make alone, angry at the world that lacked all the past promised. College? All I got there was a bunch of unfucked pale girls yammering about the gender binary! No thanks! Whaling's illegal and we fished the cod nearly out of existence! Modern music? Rolling Stone magazine? Getting close to God's not going to get me laid! Let alone drawing pictures alone! I want a bunch of people taking drugs and making art and fucking and posting to the Internet, that's what I want! When any group of people pursue artistic freedom for its own sake without thought of reward or backslapping is when people and a place in time become vital, as pat and cheesed-out as the phrase 'true artistic freedom' is. I like it 'cause it seems true, and I am so fake."

always of a serious disposition i was also possessed of a resentment at having to grow while the world was losing its flavor

the notion of innocence as a form of aggression against society

a prevaracating nature built upon the obstructions of nature

can get away with anything

that heart a radio tuned between two stations

police only go inside if they are invited - remind lestat

most books are so well written that they rarely have an interest in impacting the readers
-k