I once met this guy at Dance Gavin Dance at a Sydney show (it’s nearly been a year) and I truly regret not getting any contact details. I don’t even know why this keeps popping into my head. I guess it’s the ideal of just taking a chance as it comes because you may never get it again. Sometimes I wonder how events would have altered if I did get the guts to talk to him instead of chilling with some other random stranger. I wonder if I will ever find him again. I know it’s weird but I would love to. 

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" Art has become too ironical and unintelligible for its own communicative good: It only speaks to those in the esoteric know — those willing to play the art game. Narcissistically fetishized, advanced art loses relational purpose. Caught up in itself, it forgets the audience, which is expected to accept it on its own terms, uncritically: Whatever common ground existed between advanced art and the audience collapses. Holding up a mirror to itself rather than to the audience — as art has done since Aristotle noted the cathartic effect of the insight it afforded — art loses its audience. Thus, advanced art loses its foundation in human experience. "
" The only obsession everyone wants: ‘love.’ People think that in falling in love they make themselves whole? The Platonic union of souls? I think otherwise. I think you’re whole before you begin. And the love fractures you. You’re whole, and then you’re cracked open. "