I want to live in a world where I can be moved by art and music and literature without having to come up with elaborate apologies for that work or for its creators.
Translation: I want to live in a world where nothing ever challenges me, makes me think, or makes me uncomfortable. I want my room to be padded, my ideas to be anodyne, and the status quo to remain firmly locked in place. Furthermore, I want to toss the past in the trash without engaging with its ideas, or understanding why those there thought the way they did, or what it means that our beliefs now have changed. I want the sanitized, the pasteurized, the banal, the pabulum that allows me to luxuriate in tranquilized thoughtlessness. Please give this to me because thinking hurts.