In an industrial society which confuses work and productivity, the necessity of producing has always been an enemy of the desire to create.
We can escape the commonplace only by manipulating it, controlling it, thrusting it into our dreams or surrendering it to the free play of our subjectivity.
The eruption of lived pleasure is such that in losing myself I find myself; forgetting that I exist, I realize myself.
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