As I was sipping the coffee, I thought an artist or an intellectual is a kind of Luwak. Whatever an artist consumes finds its way through the digestive system and comes out in his shit, and people pay top dollar for it. The difference between a good artist and a mediocre one is that a good artist knows how to be selective when it comes to cultural or intellectual consumption. In this day and age, when one is constantly bombarded by a barrage of words and imagines, the lines between the trivial and the profound, between the mediocre and the good, have blurred so much that it has become almost impossible to uphold high standards in the consumption of art and culture.
I suppose we are what we shit.