I will get to see the part of Vivid that I missed tomorrow, when I go to a concert at the Opera House. That part of my culture will soon be complete, then.
Sometimes I worry I see/read certain forms of it not for enjoyment, not for learning even, but for completion. I certainly finish some books, that I wouldn’t probably otherwise finish, because of that. I wonder if it’s a good or bad thing. Bad, most likely. But necessary, perhaps? Is there ever a benefit – from one book in a hundred, say – for it? And is such a benefit worth it? Have I not already read enough that I will not be influenced dramatically – such as via Travesties/etc – by anything ever again in my life? Is another epiphany possible? Can I use another question mark in this paragraph? Maybe?
I feel like this post is getting too long for the current pattern, and so I must stop it here, lest I seem productive again.