‘I want to retire to some private island to be made a good boy’
I hunger not for personal salvation but for the feeling, the momentary illusion, or personal well-being, health and psychic security… everything but salvation! I guess I'm not haunted by guilt but by anxiety. I assume I have no interest in the future because, in part, I have so little interest in the past. What good does it bring me? Must I feel nostalgic then? Only if this nostalgia is a marketable commodity though. I hope to try and restore some primitive pact with pure feeling to regain the archaic calm without cultural sin that existed before, well, you know who. I hope I don’t drown in irony and cynicism on the way there, some nameless Eden.