There is always a heavy demand for fresh mediocrity. In every generation the least cultivated taste has the largest appetite.

~ Paul Gauguin

An interest of survival.

The women all had big minds because they were big animals, but they didn’t use them for this reason: unusual ideas could make enemies and the women, if they were going to achieve any sort of comfort and safety, needed all the friends they could get. So in the interest of survival they trained themselves to be agreeing machines. All their minds had to do was to discover what other people were thinking and then they thought it too. 

~Kurt Vonnegut, Breakfast of Champions


Restlessness: When you desire it all, every particle, every bend in the light and swell of shadow. How you seek to savor it, absorb it through your pores–but the pit it carries in your stomach after…it’s stuffing yourself with a fantastic meal until the moment right before you burst, because, famished as you were, you never want to be empty again. Then looking down at yourself and promptly going for a run, to rid yourself of the wealth you no longer feel you need. It is buying a latte you don’t have time to drink, it’s never finishing an excellent book, it’s the fear of ownership. How can you view it as undoing mistakes when it is merely the coalescing of knowledge through rinse and repeat, like a tremendous thunderstorm leading into the perfect summer sunset?