The Problem with Music is that Too Much of it is Really Good
And I only speak one language and have so many hours in a day.
I fear I’m becoming vapid.
The internet is aestheticizing my life.
Tumblr is an orgy of decontextualized images.
They are not humanizing. I do not feel more connected to you. You do not feel more connected to me.
I cannot fight a paradigm when it has formed me. I can only choose to acknowledge it and attempt to purge from the rest of my existence and limit it to a designated place.
Thus, this blog continues as a place to store things that aesthetically pique me.
Know that this is all meaningless. Know that I have only a detached, intellectual draw to any of this. It does not move me, but merely comfort me.