Time off from work gives space for remembering those most vivid dreams that occur just before waking.
I was at the home of a billionaire, and I kept marveling at just how ugly Ugly UGLY the interior was.
Meanwhile, the billionaire was talking about how lovely it all was, and how they'd had this/that/the other thing custom-made/built/designed. And I had this epiphany. Of course this idiot had no aesthetics, no taste, no understanding of beauty, because that deficit is actually a requirement to seizing power/money -- a fundamental lack of a specific kind of imagination that makes all art possible.
There are no billionaires who are great artists, and no great artists who are billionaires. Of course, I don't know if this is actually true (and with the current state of our Information Superhighway I have no reliable way to check), but it made perfect sense in …
Time off from work gives space for remembering those most vivid dreams that occur just before waking.
I was at the home of a billionaire, and I kept marveling at just how ugly Ugly UGLY the interior was.
Meanwhile, the billionaire was talking about how lovely it all was, and how they'd had this/that/the other thing custom-made/built/designed. And I had this epiphany. Of course this idiot had no aesthetics, no taste, no understanding of beauty, because that deficit is actually a requirement to seizing power/money -- a fundamental lack of a specific kind of imagination that makes all art possible.
There are no billionaires who are great artists, and no great artists who are billionaires. Of course, I don't know if this is actually true (and with the current state of our Information Superhighway I have no reliable way to check), but it made perfect sense in the dream.
#dreams
