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Friday, 3 November 2017
It only takes the slightest shift in perception to see your waking life as if it were a lucid dream or some fantastic virtual reality. But how differently you walk about and gaze when you do so. Scenes that have been looked at a thousand times take on an extraordinary freshness - not only are the details exactly right, but the also the feeling of having looked at them a thousand times before. Virtual or not, this is just what your brain is doing, painting in the details of this world, and painting in the jaded flâneur as well. The system of mind is not bored, you are, but you and you precious boredom are nothing but a caprice of the system. If you are tempted to complain of it, look and see how freshly and perfectly this world and its subject have been rendered.
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