Right now I'm reading Within a Budding Grove by Marcel Proust, the second volume of his In Search of Lost Time epic. I've been taking my time with this seven volume collection because of how complex and observant his prose is in regards to not only the metaphysical but the very makings of our human nature.

The prose is written in a similar style to how I think - long strands of thought with interjections and neurotic over-analysis clawing after the hope of covering every facet of what it is I'm trying to explain or understand. Proust's work explores so many aspects of the human condition, which is what I think is vital for a piece of art (of any medium) if it's to have any hope of being argued as objectively great work and the artist himself (or herself) containing an iota of brilliance - (but even this is far too complex of an idea to discuss here in this blog-esque form of an answer).

Overall, I align with such artists and thinkers like Hegel and Tolstoy in thinking that art's main purpose is to pack big, important ideas about our world and ourselves into forms and mediums that are easier to digest and stick in one's memory - that art isn't just for art's sake or for just entertainment for us to escape to from our lives, but rather explore it deeper and give it greater contemplation. So in reading the first two volumes of In Search of Lost Time, obviously the very dense novel is probably not the most accessible piece of art for people to digest the idea of one of its bigger themes - temporality. There are plenty of pop and folk songs that discuss death in plain enough terms that we don't need to read Proust or Heidegger to activate that horrifying thought we all bury in the back of our heads - that we will die someday, our memories are continuously fading from us and we don't know if there's something else after all this ends.

Anyway, that's the kind of stuff I like to read. I get bored with literature (films and music for that matter, too) that exist for its own sake or are just straightforward entertainment. There are times for that, when we need that escape and just want to have 'fun' (watching Terminator 2 being a fine example), but I prefer spending the finite time I do have reading and consuming things that I often hope better myself in some way and lead me to, at least, a better understanding the complexities of Being even if no answers will ever be found.

Trevor Sensor's debut album Andy Warhol's Dream is out on June 16th via Jagjaguwar. Check out 'High Beams' below.