GOD, me too. I used to think that life was about assembling little pieces of experience and art "like a rosary of experience" (as I put it to myself) in order to redeem the sheltered everyday. That didn't work at ALL, in the long run. Several years past that, it's harder to find things so piercingly meaningful anymore. But the quest for a good time, and for a life that feels *ecstatically wonderful* often enough, remains--i think it always will. It's just too clear that the previous way ain't gonna fly. And that a "dreamily obsessive world" won't cut it.
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