Do you own books? Do you buy them? Do you read them?
I have a suggestion for you.
Throw them out. Throw them out now.
Construct for yourself a wondrous and fearsome pyre so that you may purge your life of these vainglorious conceits, these words. Clean your mind.
Is there art on your walls? Originals, prints, posters?
Turn them to face your walls, and gaze on them no longer.
Dispose of your music, vinyl records, your compact discs. Delete your iTunes. Throw out your devices. All of them. Films? Those too. Out, out. Your television, your radio. Everything. Out.
Objets d’art? Jewellery? Curios? To hell with them all.
Do you eat from plates, with cutlery, do you drink from glassware, do you sit on chairs or sofas, do you sleep on a bed?
Stop this now.
Visit no cinemas, no…
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