"When one realizes that his life is worthless he either commits suicide or travels"
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Dahlberg’s line lands like a dare: if life feels worthless, you can either end it or leave it. The shock isn’t gratuitous; it’s a diagnostic tool. He compresses a whole psychological crisis into two verbs, and the bleak comedy is that “travels” gets offered as the only socially acceptable alternative to self-destruction. In a culture that romanticizes reinvention, he treats movement not as enlightenment but as triage.
The subtext is less about geography than about narrative. Suicide is the final refusal of meaning; travel is the temporary suspension of it, a way to outsource identity to motion. If you don’t know who you are, become a person who is “going somewhere.” Dahlberg, a mordant modernist with little patience for consolations, is needling the bourgeois fantasy that a change of scenery can solve metaphysical poverty. Travel here isn’t freedom; it’s a postponement that looks like sophistication.
Context matters: Dahlberg wrote in the long hangover of early 20th-century disillusionment, when old moral architectures had buckled and “purpose” could feel like a con. For writers of his stripe, alienation wasn’t a phase; it was the water. The line also carries a jab at the marketable version of despair: when your inner life collapses, consumer culture hands you an itinerary.
It works because it refuses uplift. It acknowledges the abyss, then points at the nearest exit sign, mocking how thin our options can feel when meaning drains out.
The subtext is less about geography than about narrative. Suicide is the final refusal of meaning; travel is the temporary suspension of it, a way to outsource identity to motion. If you don’t know who you are, become a person who is “going somewhere.” Dahlberg, a mordant modernist with little patience for consolations, is needling the bourgeois fantasy that a change of scenery can solve metaphysical poverty. Travel here isn’t freedom; it’s a postponement that looks like sophistication.
Context matters: Dahlberg wrote in the long hangover of early 20th-century disillusionment, when old moral architectures had buckled and “purpose” could feel like a con. For writers of his stripe, alienation wasn’t a phase; it was the water. The line also carries a jab at the marketable version of despair: when your inner life collapses, consumer culture hands you an itinerary.
It works because it refuses uplift. It acknowledges the abyss, then points at the nearest exit sign, mocking how thin our options can feel when meaning drains out.
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| Topic | Meaning of Life |
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