A dense artistic imperfection stimulates your consciousness, keeps you alert. If I listen to some utterly perfect performance while I’m driving, I might want to close my eyes and die right there. But listening to the D major, I can feel the limits of what humans are capable of - that a certain type of perfection can only be realised through a limitless accumulation of the imperfect.
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| — | Haruki Murakami, Kafka On The Shore |
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