I can look upon young people totally in the grip of Schopenhauer’s Will to Reproduce and all the beautiful delusions that fosters with some detachment now. At times I read what they write about heterosexual relationships and sex in their blogs. So focused and so oblivious to the ridiculous tragedy of it all. I feel sort of sorry for them. It is not as if I cannot remember what that is like.
Take this young man for example. He was obviously totally exhausted from the previous night. He went into the clinch here like a boxer, just to rest a bit in the morning sun in Plaza Cívica before he had to go to work.