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like the kind of dream you have in the course of a nap with the sun streaming through the curtains I’d like to acquire more houseplants get nice furniture get rid of everything plastic our apartment is a mess the world has become ugly the process of uglification has been underway for a few hundred years it was speeding up at the time of Renoir who mourned the loss of the premodern world the local perennial French countryside from the vantage of the past or the future our present is an unenviable one a web of pathological self-pulverization and mantra-like punishment
