Romanticism of 2020
The moment we seem to lose grip on the future, is it not that suddenly all prior aspirations (the next internship) seem helplessly ridiculous?
The 2020 forecast: degrowth in all areas, a return to appreciation of that which has come to be termed banalities. The resurgence of weeks undistracted by the usual seductions of consumption. Liberated from the infinite (missing out on!) urban opportunities.
At an age of four hundred years, is this system not in most lethal danger of a virus that affects the elderly? To live with what is within an arm’s reach: neo-neo-romanticism is neither written nor painted but lived.