Everyone is talking about love everywhere, outside and online. I don't recall this happening so pervasively since the months leading up to Covid, so it's safe to say the horrors have yet to begin
Walter Benjamin once said that a child’s first experience of the world is not his realization that “adults are stronger but rather that he cannot make magic.” The statement was made under the influence of a twenty-milligram dose of mescaline.
Historical anthropology is interesting to study because it serves as a concrete form of what was in the past called fate. Events in retrospect seem inevitable, both the declines and triumphs. In a sense its study is a form of piety, an attempt to still be in awe at God's will.
I don't like those with great memory because they remember in all too literal ways. I know that real memory can't be pointed to or talked about but rather appears in the form of ethics, so when I'm asked if I remember this or that I can say no, even when I know what they mean.
Those who boast of American power and those who bemoan it are one in the same. But evil, which has run rampant in the absence of good, is also weaker than ever. Even our capacity to destroy bears the imprint of destruction, and shows signs of impotence.
I have been dreaming about missed highschool lessons often. Last night I forgot to read an act from the Tempest, and I woke up panicked. Then tonight I opened up Minima Moralia, at a loss, randomly to this passage I don't think I had read before.
At some point melancholy is just impossible, and gratuitous acts of violence, or surface level comedy, appear to us as the possible avenues. Tenderness is an anachronism. I’d like to believe in virtue but I only believe in lying and moving things around, or fits of laughter.
That way you don't get entangled in arguments over wrong terms or bad examples, because you always pick ones you've made up to begin with. But the dream is that the point would somehow still be suggested. That's the consolation I can give my half educated self.
Speaking is horrible because you always end up defending your words for bad reasons. But staying quiet isn't any better, and staying mute killed my mind. I think that's why Adorno said you should always aim to be wrong in conversation, but in a way that that suggests the truth.
What I'm saying is growing up for me has meant both disillusion and greater innocence, experienced as increased susceptibility, and all as if formed under the pressure of time.
I once heard that to ward off vulnerability one must have no expectations. But I wonder if, instead, expectations serve to stave off vulnerability, which is an openness to the new. In which case having none would be a precondition to vulnerability, not a barrier against it.
One day joy will spread when a generation comes to realize it really is alive, something ours does not believe at all. Then culture might revive. The works of Hans Otte, the last Godard films, La Sapienza by E. Green, all offer glimpses of how that will feel.
What most alienates me from today's conservatism is its compulsion to disseminate and mock what its adherents find grotesque,"degenerate." In doing so,they feel righteous. But from Nietzsche I learned it is the slave,not the master, who thinks "you are bad, therefore I am good."