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i spend all day dealing with abstractions dreamed up by the worst humanity has to offer, and it has an utterly corrosive affect on my imagination.
which isn’t entirely fair - the conceptual innovations were clearly necessary to facilitate the issues at hand - but it’s precisely the compulsion of this necessity, this radically contingent necessity, that is so disturbing.
on aesthetic grounds alone, the necessity of conceptual nests as hostile to parsimony as these are a disqualifying condition for minimally decent society