For good or bad, life in Irvine helps me understand the Nietzschean sense of nausea. The more years I spend here, the more disgusted I become with its vulgarity, meanness, shallowness, comfort, safety, security, pleasure, enjoyment, and most of all, unculturedness and culturelessness. Probably I should be grateful of this negative side of this city and its inhabitants, for otherwise I'd never have been able to appreciate Nietzsche this deeply. But, but...
