I am trying to be optimistic about spiritual crisis: a spiritual crisis, is, after all, an opportunity. Or should be. Or can be. Or that’s what I’m trying to figure out — if I can shape a new self out of the self that I’m just about ready to abandon: this brain-drained, over-stimulated, over-triggered, post-internet self that I find so disappointing. Me.
Baudrillard: “There is nothing more mysterious than a TV set left on in an empty room. It is even stranger than a man talking to himself or a woman standing dreaming at her stove. It is as if another planet is communicating with you.”