"This journal is not a mere literary diversion. The further I progress, reducing to order what my past life suggests, and the more I persist in the rigor of composition--of the chapters, of the sentences, of the book itself--the more do I feel myself hardening in my will to utilize, for virtuous ends, my former hardships. I feel their power." --Jean Genet
25 March 2014
Milo wanted to be congratulated for the obscurity of his tastes. His sensibilities had outgrown the claustrophobic expectations of his environs and convened in his imagination ideas quite alien to these good-natured peoples. And while he was devout in his appreciation of both what he believed and where he came from, the rarefied lens through which he saw the world fostered a desperate isolation that was, once discovered, quite incurable. In his exposure to cultural currents that were nothing more than rumors in his hinterland home it is difficult to describe his journey. Who, for example, had introduced him to Albert Camus, suggested that he listen to Respighi or for that matter Devo or the Psychedelic Furs...
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