“We live our lives, most of us, ambivalent, full of unresolved emotions and guilts, unsure of where we’re going and where we’ve been, and, more unnervingly, unsure of why we’re where we are. But all that suspended feeling and thought, if it remains suspended, makes for an unsatisfying aesthetic experience. The problem boils down to this: life has no intrinsic meaning, while art has to have it. Or, at least significance. Or, if not significance, shape.”
Andrew Hudgins, “An Autobiographer’s Lies”
I made a mix CD for my friend back home in Tokyo!
