“Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal”
And they are scared to waste it! But they must. What is normal now will one day be wrong and they will cringe and grimace.
Litost is a state of torment created by the sudden sight of one’s own misery.
Let’s IMPOSE LITOST UPON THE POPULATION, shall we?
Williams, who runs the Splintering Bone Ashes blog, goes so far as to claim that
“what we have experienced is merely a blip, perhaps never to be again
repeated – 150 or so years of extreme resource bingeing, the
equivalent of an epic amphetamine session. What we are already
experiencing is little more than the undoubtedly grim ‘comedown’ of
the great deceleration.” This might be too bleak. What is certainly clear, however,
is that technology will not deliver new forms of culture all on its own.
For trying to set the college on fire
iven two options: either submit
to a psychiatric examination or be sent down; he
chose the latter, charging that they were mentally
If you are a writer for a specific nation or a specific race, then fuck you.”
Twenty minutes from the center of Madrid, 40,000 people live in a place where bare-footed
children scamper between shacks and drug addicts shoot up on the pot-holed streets as
rubbish trucks rumble past carrying the city’s waste.
“It is totally shameful,” said local Socialist party politician Maru Menendez, waving at rubbish
blowing across the desolate landscape.
“To hell with poverty, we’ll get drunk on cheap wine”
They sang. He didn’t know what to think about that.
Vindicated in his inertia, clearly felt by countless others
and nothing to be ashamed of? Though he knew that’s
not what they were getting at. Should he feel mocked
by fate, whatever that was, throwing this perfect
supplement to his thoughts at this moment? Maybe, he
thought, it wasn’t quite healthy to have a song at your
fingertips for almost every mood, to have almost every
possible feeling almost glamorized, little four-minute
summaries of his thoughts, as if they were in some way
noble or special. Did such things make his thoughts
stick too much, fail to advance? Like that four-minute
summary was all there was to say on the matter. Maybe
he should be frustrated that what they were saying was
said over thirty years ago, and still fitted perfectly, like
nothing had changed, at least not for the better.