Tuesday, December 12, 2000
It's almost sad how clearly I reflect the books I am reading. Take, for instance, "No Logo," by Naomi Klein, which I just finished. It's about branding, consumerism, etc. Look at recent posts. They're about branding, consumerism, etc. So are these books actually teaching me and informing me, or do they merely stimulate evanescent thoughts that vanish once I have found something else to distract me?
Consumerism, I've decided, is like heroin. The first few times it's great. But then after that, it becomes impossible to extract any joy from anything else. They just grow to possess you. So while buying things makes you happy, it accentuates the emptiness that lies between materialistic orgies. Or something like that. Here, look at this.