So I’m forced by experience into another defeat. Mostly I try to prove wrong what’s written in the books. Maybe because I have a general grudge against their superiority to me?

Today I found out

that we not only approve arts to base the truthfulness of our judgement on them, but we do it in such a way as to disregard the same need of others for such foundations. That is to say we I often regards others’ tastes as futile without even hazarding to know for a dubious moment the invalidity of our own opinions.

I like TøP. If you’re with me for a day or two you’ll know how much I praise each drum beat in every single song. I try to think if I have liked this song, ever syllable, every punctuation mark must count. I try to argue that, say JB is nothing before it. In a way I have attempted to internalize it. This had become not just a part of me but an Identity.