Write twenty months later about a topic and you'll laugh at what you once wrote. Specially if it's about politics. Everything changes. Nothing's the same and you constantly look ridiculous when you re-read yourself writing about this shit. Because politics is shit and we all know it. We love to talk about it just as some people love to eat McDonald's everyday. It's not good, i.e. it's shit, but we still do it. We're humans. We're only good to do ourselves bad because those things are the only true pleasures. Sad but true, and not so sad after all becuase it's true: we do get pleasure from bad and dangerous and risky and rotten stuff. Until it's too rotten, of course—we don't like to swim in our own hedonistically-digested shit. We just like to walk on it—step on it all the time. So when we're full of our politics (one of the most elegant forms of pleasure excrement) we just step outside and usually try to forget everything about it, because it's suddenly disgusting for us. Just as McDonald's. And pop music. And gossip and lies. And self-help books. And Tom Cruise. And being depressed.
Write twenty months later about a topic and you're sure to be surprised of how everything has changed. Everything changes. Specially politics. It becomes difficult to think about it in the same line of thought (or the same way, anyway) and it's worst to try to write it down, but we're trying to do so. In the end it's just politics. If you start to smell, just go. Or read about movies or feelings or anything that's not so disgustingly fleeting.
Write twenty months later about a topic and you're sure to be surprised of how everything has changed. Everything changes. Specially politics. It becomes difficult to think about it in the same line of thought (or the same way, anyway) and it's worst to try to write it down, but we're trying to do so. In the end it's just politics. If you start to smell, just go. Or read about movies or feelings or anything that's not so disgustingly fleeting.
