Lost in space & time.
An airport bathroom.
A woman & a man, the Dilettante --
with five-day stubble &
A surprisingly expensive looking suit.
Each confused,
each washing their face in front of a mirror.
Each walking from their respective bathroom
bumping into each other.
On his flight,
the Dilettante is alone but for a single sannyasin,
whose eyes remain closed for the entire flight.
Dilettante converses with the sannyasin,
Nonetheless, & among other things they discuss
The film dark city of all things
(I haven't seen it) but when they're done
Talking about dark city & the director &
His other movies Yada Yada the sannyasin says
"I am an alien."
"What? You're a human being," laughed Dilettante, not knowing why he said this of all things. If he squinted, the sannyasin looked like tiger woods for a second & then like
"This is merely a disguise. The perfect trap with which to ensnare
you. Notice I look a lot like your childhood friend."
"No you don't."
"Yes I do."
"Look --"
"Yes I do."
"If you can morph or whatever - if that's what you're saying -
morph into something else."
"No."
"Um."
The main thing about them is not that they wish to go “back,”
but that they wish to get--
away.
A little more strength, flight, courage, &&
they would want to rise, not return!
Exclaimed Nietzsche.
& now to pass to the matters canvassed in the following essay.
The whole scope of the essay is to recommend culture
culture being a pursuit of
total perfection by means of getting to know
on all matters which concern us,
the best which has been thought &
said in the world;
&
This, & this alone, is the scope of the following essay.
& the culture Dilettante recommends is,
above all, an inward operation.
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