I Know It’s Art But I Don’t Know Why I Like It
You don’t know why you like/dislike anything.
You do so, truly –
But not for the reasons you tell yourself you do.
Tell others you do.
You don’t know why you like/dislike anything.
You do so, truly –
But not for the reasons you tell yourself you do.
Tell others you do.
Fame is regarded as the highest reward for achievement.
The opposite is the case.
Die with a reputation on your conscience and you’ll join the undead.
Crawl between heaven and Hades forever.
Be feasted on by ghouls.
Unrest in pieces.
Anonymous, you’ll leave the world intact.
Written history claims to be a bigger truth-teller than historical literature.
Is it fibbing?
Or has historical backcasting revealed itself to be as contingent as weather forecasting?