A perfervid and all-consuming fixation upon the rarefied echelons of academia, a maniacal devotion to the cultivation of superlative intellect, and an insatiable, Sisyphian compulsion to ascend unto the apogee of erudition鈥攕o unrelenting in its ardor that it engenders a state of cerebral and corporeal depletion, wherein the pursuer, ensnared in the labyrinthine pursuit of omniscience, is rendered a mere vestige of their former vitality, sacrificed upon the altar of epistemological gluttony.
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I'd live in this painting

Eduard Hau, The Room of Italian Art, from Interiors of the New Hermitage, 1859, watercolor.
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EPQ might make me lose my mind but at least it will confirm and clarify that I had one to lose in the first place
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Nothing inspires me more to write than well written literature
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wish I was back in the Louvre, wish I lived in the walls, the paintings, artifacts, sculptures; i want to consume them, know everything, its an incessant urge that i cannot satisfy. i must know all.
(my photo btw from jan/feb i think)
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oh how i crave this feeling, to be surrounded by so much history, so many peoples lives, actions, and arts, overwhelmingly so, and yet resent its reality
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