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kev
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A place is not the sum of the projects and missions unfolding within it. It is about life itself unfolding in a fuller way, dominated mostly by activities that are not comprehended by the logic of specific missions or even the positive sum of all the missions.
Our brains canβt store every observation, thought or perception that passes through and that isnβt a bad thing. Constraints and selections are what allow us to stay sane in a world of complete sensory overload.

In the 1860s, Charles Baudelaire bemoaned what we might now call doomscrolling:
Every newspaper, from the first line to the last, is nothing but a tissue of horrors. Wars, crimes, thefts, licentiousness, torture, crimes of princes, crimes of nations, individual crimes, an intoxicating spree of universal atrocity.
And itβs this disgusting aperitif that the civilised man consumes at breakfast each morning β¦ I do not understand how a pure hand can touch a newspaper without a convulsion of disgust.


Happiness sure seems stable despite disruption.