someone invents a recipe > their child loves it > they grow up and replicate it for their own child > their child loves it > they grow up and replicate it for their own child > their child loves it > they grow up and replicate it for their own child > their child loves it > (this continues indefinitely)
I can’t think of a non-pretentious way to say this but I think one of the best things you can do for yourself is to cultivate an eye for the beauty of mundane places and objects. the glow of a traffic light or a neon sign, and how it fades at the edges. the shape of cracks in the pavement. the typography on a speed limit sign, the way every model of car has a slightly different grill. fabric fluttering in the wind. it makes things feel a lot less dreadful if you can just look out at the world and find something to love about almost everything around you, even the things you don’t particularly like outside of their aesthetics.
when someone says “why would you want a physical copy of that? you can just stream it” i physically recoil. a feeling of dread comes over me like an evil spirit just passed through my body
