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I'D LIKE TO SEND A SHOUT TO THE FATHERS THAT DIDN'T RAISE US TO EVERY HO WHO HATED, NOW UNABLE TO SAY MUCH TO CRITICS DOING DIRTY WITH COMMENTS AND NIGGA PAID FOR AN APARTMENT YESTERDAY OFF SOME SONGS I HAVEN'T YET MADE UP BLACK CRESSIDA, PAY UP BARS GOING HARD AS THE ASHTRAY WHERE I PLACE GUTS SHOUTS TO THE ESES WHO PAID PESOS TO PLAY US, RIDING IN THE BARRIO HUFF AND PUFF BLOWING KUSH IN HUF CLOTHING ARTICLES, KENNY ROLLING BLUNTS, GOT US STUCK LIKE A BARNACLE TO THE BOTTOM OF YOUR SHIT, IRONIC CAUSE THE AUDIOS AS NAUTICAL AS SHIPS, LOOK MOMMA, LOOK MOMMA LOOK, YOUR PRODUCT IS LEGIT, I PROMISE, HONEST KARMA GOT ME BALLING UP MY FIST 'TIL I DEMOLISH YOUR CLIQUE, PARDON THE CLIPS I AM HONESTLY AS BOMB AS IT GETS, REGARDLESS OF WHO TALKING I'M FARMING, HARVESTING HITS JUST ME AND DOMO AND LIT MARIJUANA TO SPLIT BETWEEN TWO OF US ROCKING BOXES EASY AS WARMING SOME RAMEN NOODLES UP SO, SEARCHING FOR A WAY TO STATE IT RIGHT YOUNG, BLACK, AND JADED, VISION HAZY STROLLING THROUGH THE NIGHT -Earl Sweatshirt">span-classicomment-datachunkid3553-hrefhttpwwwsonglyricscomannot3553id-like-to-send-a-shout-to-the-fathers-that-didnt-raise-us-to-every-ho-who-hated-earl-sweatshirt
If we are inclined to forget how much there is in the world besides that which we anticipate, then works of art are perhaps a little to blame, for in them we find at work the same process of simplification or selection as in the imagination. Artistic accounts include severe abbreviations of what reality will force upon us. A travel book may tell us, for example, that the narrator journeyed through the afternoon to reach the hill town of X and after a night in its medieval monastery awoke to a misty dawn. But we never simply 'journey through an afternoon'. We sit in a train. Lunch digests awkwardly within us. The seat cloth is grey. We look out the window at a field. We look back inside. A drum of anxieties resolves in our consciousness. We notice a luggage label affixed to a suitcase in a rack above the seats opposite. We tap a finger on the window ledge. A broken nail on an index finger catches a thread. It starts to rain. A drop wends a muddy path down the dust-coated window. We wonder where our ticket might be. We look back at the field. It continues to rain. At last, the train starts to move. It passes an iron bridge, after which it inexplicably stops. A fly lands on the window And still we may have reached the end only of the first minute of a comprehensive account of the events lurking within the deceptive sentence 'He journeyed through the afternoon'. A storyteller who provides us with such a profusion of details would rapidly grow maddening. Unfortunately, life itself often subscribes to this mode of storytelling, wearking us out with repetitions, misleading emphases[, ] and inconsequential plot lines. It insists on showing us Burdak Electronics, the safety handle in the car, a stray dog, a Christmas card[, ] and a fly that lands first on the rim and then the centre of a laden ashtray. Which explains the curious phenomenon whereby valuable elements may be easier to experience in art and in anticipation than in reality. The anticipatory and artistic imaginations omit and compress; they cut away the periods of boredom and direct our attention to critical moments, and thus, without either lying or embellishing, they lend to life a vividness and a coherence that it may lack in the distracting woolliness of the present.

Alain de Botton
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