M. Houellebecq says in “Whatever”: “In general I hate dentists; I take them to be exceedingly venal creatures whose only goal in life is to wrench out the most teenth possible and buy themselves a Mercedes with a sunroof.”
If I were born in the US, I’d probably go to ivy-league college, I’d be a quarterback on a local football team, marry my high-school sweetheart, get a house, two cars, 2.5 kids, etc. It wouldn’t be such a bad life, after all.
A.P. Chekhov, one of my favorites, has a short story titled “The Man in a Case”. If you haven’t read it so far, please read it immediately. That way you’d understand a bit better the things that I write about here.
Waking up after a night of heavy drinking, I have a feeling that my body is dispersed over a great surface, and my organs are slowly starting to come together and form myself again. I was always disappointed by the end result of that process.
