I Think Ethical Ambivalence Is A Kind

I Wonder What Proust Would Have Made Of Our Present-day Locus Of Collective Fantasy, The Internet. I’m Guessing He Would Have Seized On Its Wistful Aspect, Pointing Out Gently And With Wry Humor That Much Of What Beguiles Us Is The Act Of Reaching For What Isn’t There.

But It Was Another Girl, Young And New To The City, Fiddling With Her Keys.

I Don’t Want To Fade Away, I Want To Flame Away - I Want My Death To Be An Attraction, A Spectacle, A Mystery. A Work Of Art.

I Think, For One Thing, All Of Us Remember Those Teenage Years And Those Songs That We Fell In Love With And The Music Scene That We Were Part Of. So, In A Certain Way, Music Cuts Through Time Like Almost Nothing Else. You Know, It Makes Us Feel Like We're Back In An Earlier Moment.

And It May Be That A Crowd At A Particular Moment Of History Creates The Object To Justify Its Gathering, As It Did At The First Human Be-in And Monterey Pop And Woodstock. Or It May Be That Two Generations Of War And Surveillance Had Left People Craving The Embodiment Of Their Own Unease In The Form Of A Lone, Unsteady Man On A Slide Guitar.