There is an evident fascistic impulse to self-infantilization as a tentpole of one's entire personality. Cut from the same cloth as those people who buy their peace of mind at Disney land. Strikes me as something that can only be built on the insular luxury of the angloid world. Walling-out reality in favor of something more palatable. Something simpler. If everyone is just a big kid, then nothing really matters. It's all just a practice run. This seems to be something generated by a lot of American therapy culture, too. This kind of eternal adolescence.















