"Theatrical spectacles, filled with images of my miseries and kindling of my fire, swept me away. Why is it that a person is willing to suffer things sorrowful and tragic on the stage, which otherwise he himself would not wish to endure? And nevertheless the spectator wishes to feel the sadness from these things and the sadness itself is his pleasure. What is this if not wretched insanity?"
- Augustine, Confessions
This is a small archive of my wretched insanity. Enjoy.
