Is there a connection between art being what makes life worth living (vs merely surviving blah blah) and it being what distracts us from our responsibility(ies) to one another/our community/country/whatever? (yes I know it can be leveraged to inspire us to action, but still)
“when you’re consuming it and having feelings about it” – that’s what art is supposed to do to you.
Everything after that is what you do with your own emotions.
ear (fellow) nerds, do not be afraid to grow. Facts are useful and fiction can be enlightening, but they will not expand your mind like direct experiences will. Learn what it means to be human – and understand that more often than not that probably entails an ineffable mix of humility and confidence. Good luck, we’re all counting on you.
This post is meant to be more anthropological than sentimental. I think an important part of love is finding someone who wants to live in the same world as you.