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September 17th, 2007
09:17 am
Nowadays, if you try to grasp the reality of anything, there's always a whole slew of convoluted extras that come with it: hidden advertising, dubious discount coupons, point cards stores hand out that you know you should throw out but still hold on to, options that are forced on you before you know what's happening.
Back in Our Age, nobody plunked down indecipherable three-volume owner's manuals in front of you. Whatever it was, we just clutched it in our hands and took it straight home - like taking a baby chick home from one of those little nighttime stands. Everything was simple, and direct. Cause and effect were good buddies back then; thesis and reality hugged each other like it was the most natural thing in the world. And my guess is that the sixties were the last time that'll ever happen.A Pre-History of Late-Stage Capitalism - that's my own personal name for that age.
Haruki Murakami. A Folklore From My Generation
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