essay 19
by Zach Kirshner · updated 2mo ago
essay 19
- I keep telling myself that beauty, the pursuit of beauty, is its own narrative. Sometimes all I know is what I’m compelled by, what I can’t stop looking at, and nothing else. For a perpetual seeker, that’s the only next step that matters. I keep trying to move towards what I like, away from what I don’t like. Forward, forward, no looking down.
from december by Ava
Zach Kirshner added 2mo ago
Her existence, like her beauty and real worth, was intrinsically aesthetic, not physical or emotional. Veronica would be most comfortable, I remain convinced, as a human exhibit, motionless in the cool bright corner of a public hall, surrounded by a square of red velvet no-touch ropes, hearing only whispered voices and heels on tile.
from The Broom of the System: A Novel by David Foster Wallace
Zach Kirshner added 2mo ago
how do pursuit of beauty translate to being an object of beauty rather than the one perceiving?
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