Liveblogging The End Of The World

The previous post is a reflection on The House of Intellect by Jacques Barzun, written in the 1950s. We are far beyond the point where the House of Intellect can be repaired. It is razed to the ground and the earth is salted. Men of an intellectual predilection must now simply struggle for survival in an economy that rewards blandness, a sexual marketplace that valourizes hypermasculinity, a social network that would tar and feather he who would speak truth to all but the officially designated Powers.

I've decided to revive Head Wide Open because I feel it can fulfill a humanitarian function for you (first aid kits for spiritual Guernica), and a psychological role for me (keeping me sane). It also provides me company when I drink.

I used to think the notion of a place where my "head could be wide open" would be rendered superfluous by an Edenic-style relationship, but now I accept that anonymous reader is my Eve. And by that I mean my lover and the cause of my fall.