What happened to appreciating pure aesthetics? My problem with Americans: If you can't wear it, use it or sit on it... you say, fuck it. Why isn't aesthetic pleasure a commodity? Why do people prefer to look at beige walls? Why can't people see the value of a line or a curve or chiaroscuro? There was a time in my life where I valued my optical experience over all else. It was the best part of my life. I can't imagine a life without a visual feast.