stories about galaxies that are embarrassed but can only try to correct their faux pas every 400 million years… a land walking creature embarrassed of his fish uncle who doesn’t want to evolve… a mollusc growing its shell… reading it feels like someone is opening up the windows to let fresh air into your brain
pasolini rewrote the early cantos of the inferno in prose and updated it to the 60s. pulling an all nighter reading a pdf of it and i'm absolutely enrapt, he was a genius of the highest calibre.
Nothing annoys me more about the American culture than the lack of enthusiasm. If I invite you to go somewhere and your answer is “sure” or “why not”, I’m taking it back. I do not wanna be surrounded by indifferent people. It’s unworthy.
