“The simplest action is capable of division into endless alternatives. Driving along, on the way from day to night, you accidentally spot one of the suspects in your most complex and demanding case. You get out and, taking a minute to dismiss your driver, give chase. An instant ago things were like a pane of glass. You looked straight through actual life … into a vacuous other world. Now you or circumstances have struck the glass with a hammer, and a million forking paths, sharp fragments, webs of logic, of doubt, of doubtful logic, appear where there was nothing. All it takes, it seems, is one question about the nature of things, about the misery of others, for example, or the poverty of one’s own existence. Why does one work so hard, holding things up with the bowed back of an Atlas or a subway tunnel, and yet have nothing…? Is there a sort of bank … there’s something called The World Bank in actuality … where all this endless labor is deposited and the tiny or infinite dividends of nothingness and boredom are doled out?”
—Asher / Straus, from “Between Two Walls”Art Credit Rapahel Soyer

“The simplest action is capable of division into endless alternatives. Driving along, on the way from day to night, you accidentally spot one of the suspects in your most complex and demanding case. You get out and, taking a minute to dismiss your driver, give chase. An instant ago things were like a pane of glass. You looked straight through actual life … into a vacuous other world. Now you or circumstances have struck the glass with a hammer, and a million forking paths, sharp fragments, webs of logic, of doubt, of doubtful logic, appear where there was nothing. All it takes, it seems, is one question about the nature of things, about the misery of others, for example, or the poverty of one’s own existence. Why does one work so hard, holding things up with the bowed back of an Atlas or a subway tunnel, and yet have nothing…? Is there a sort of bank … there’s something called The World Bank in actuality … where all this endless labor is deposited and the tiny or infinite dividends of nothingness and boredom are doled out?”

Asher / Straus, from “Between Two Walls”
Art Credit Rapahel Soyer

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