I am trying not to ruin everything I touch. It's miserable to realize that I do. I want to improve things and make things, rather than degrade and destroy them.
I am suddenly aware of the process of [the broad sense of] industrial civilization, that is: thousands of years of certain human beings desperate to create perfect, durable, elegant things. They all wanted to outwit senselessness, waste of time, prevention of pleasure, decay, and despair with their own competence. So do I.
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