“I went down by a different staircase, and I saw another ‘Fuck you’ on the wall. I tried to rub it off with my hand again, but this one was scratched on, with a knife or something. It wouldn’t come off. It’s hopeless, anyway. If you had a million years to do it in, you couldn’t rub out even half the ‘Fuck you’ signs in the world. It’s impossible.”
Holden Caulfield, Catcher in the Rye (posted by the excellent Bunnynico). If the basic fact of entropy doesn’t upset you, perhaps the inertia of violence and negativity can. I know that I am a uselessly cerebral person by this: that I can sulk over the ubiquity and intractability of the awful, while genuinely decent (perhaps heroic) people labor for good anyway.
I waste time bemoaning the global, while my betters get busy improving the local.
