Everything Overload

“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
raping him.
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.

“There is something at the bottom of every new human

thought, every thought of genius, or even every earnest

thought that springs up in any brain, which can never

be communicated to others, even if one were to write

volumes about it and were explaining one’s idea for

thirty-five years; there’s something left which cannot be

induced to emerge from your brain, and remains with

you forever; and with it you will die, without

communicating to anyone perhaps the most important

of your ideas.”

There are very important things that can only be figured out by the “unhappy”.

{“No longer is there a quest for the truth so much as there is this

apparent need to present both sides of an issue even if one is nothing

but lies and distortions.”}

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