love your city

stepp lightly
June 27, 2011, 11:47
Filed under: floetry

[born, barcelona/artist: ripo]

i cannot understand nor share these joys, though they are within my reach, for which thousands of others strive. on the other hand, what happens to me in my rare hours of joy, what for me is bliss and life and ecstasy and exaltation, the world in general seeks at most in imagination; in life it finds it absurd. and in fact, if the world is right, if this music of the cafés, these mass enjoyments and these americanised men who are pleased with so little are right, then i am wrong, i am crazy. i am in truth the Steppenwolf that i often call myself; the beast astray who finds neither home nor joy nor nourishment in a world that is strange and incomprehensible to him. – h. hesse, steppenwolf


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