I say... not bad; of an instant, catty-corner from relaxing at coffee. Many students here studying. Discussion groups. Old texts still out on the tables. Lucky them for the computing; how helpful that would have been with the maths and sciences!
There was a time when this image would fill me with chagrin, with the desire to be at home in school. Sort of the tweedy professor at some small liberal arts college - they've all gotten so large and impersonal. It's all a manifestation of time past and a seemingly lost culture. Like the art of letter writing. Conversation. People mostly bullshit about themselves, not much communicating about what's really 'there'. Get into a conversation with someone and they will usually turn whatever one says into something about themselves - they don't listen. They just use the moment to reactively spout off about something. And their mouths engage at a mile a minute in a scripted monologue; I can't understand what they say more often than not. They haven't got the respect for others to speak understandably... they are too familiar and expect you to mindlessly banter with them. Well, that's life among the proles. What do you expect?
Art? Literature? Philosophical musings? Never happens. They bore me out of my socks.
And their politics? Banality and aggressive projection of idiocy. Include me out, thanks.
Von Clausewitz said that war was simply the continuation of politics; they love war.
Somebody's got to pay for their quietly desperate lives! I am not moved nor will I be.
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