“Habitualization devours works, clothes, furniture, one’s wife, and the fear of war. ‘If the whole complex lives of many people go on unconsciously, then such lives are as if they had never been.’ And art exists that one may recover the sensation of life; it exists to make one feel things, to make the stone stony.”
– Victor Shklovsky, Art as Technique (1917)
Art, specifically literature, has always had a profound ability to pull me out of myself. Whatever the headspace I am in, I can always turn to words to fill me up. It serves as my fuel.
I was struck by what Shklovsky says here; it was as if his words punched me in the gut and stopped me in my tracks. It was impossible to ignore in that moment how devoured I was by the monotony of my life and how apathetic it made me. That is not…
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