Tuesday, August 05, 2014


By one of my favorite authors, Richard Powers.
The job of taste was to thin the insane torrent of human creativity down to manageable levels. But the job of appetite was never to be happy with taste.

We're either hungry or dead.

Life is nothing but mutual infection. And every infecting message changes the message it infects.

Life is an escaped experiment, say the artists, and the only real safety is death.