Ideas

*This is a compilation of all my notes that were tagged with #ideas. Maybe someday this will be a book.*

How many days would you be willing to trade to live one hour as a 16 years-old again?

Globalism has greatly empowered the capitalist class and given them new instruments to secure their position.

Liberal modernity implicitly specifies that you should come up with your own reasons and purposes. You’re supposed to find things to care about or to motivate you, or simply dedicate your time to self-enrichment. If you don’t take action to resolve the issue of how to apply yourself, then distraction, consumption and dead-end work are the only things that will fill the void. And you’re filling the void with more void, and the result is skyrocketing levels of depression.

The average person only makes horrible decision when given freedom.

It is so hard to not get angry.

Reason cannot complete its conquest if it denies the esoteric, denies the colorful and weird parts of the human experience.

One part of the brain scrambles and kills the other, until a social equilibrium is reached or the crucible destroys the victim.

In a nightmarish world I would not feel guilty for nightmares. In a dreamy world I should not feel guilty for dreams.

The hipster is a cultural artifact that has been entirely subsumed by the mainstream. Everyone is a little bit hipster now, but there aren’t hipsters anymore

Capitalism will kill us all, and i dont think there’s anything we can do about it, we’re locked into the deanthropization of capital production.

Every single human alive today is someone whose ancestors successfully reproduced for 200 000+ years of modern human evolution. And of course intelligence and personality are heritable.

And you look at some people and you have to think: “This type of human survived for 200 000 years”.

Few days ago I had a dream where I lost my pet dog and walked around town looking for her. Went into an animal shop and they showed me all their lost animals. One of the animals was my dead guinea pig I had when I was 12, and in that moment, I gave up looking for the dog just so I could experience a day with that guinea pig. It was so nice seeing him run around happily and squeaking with joy instead of his final days of bumbling in confusion with a heavy fever. I held that guinea pig close to me one last time and told him I loved him and how much I missed him.

People have been conditioned to have superficial and predictable bot-like behavior on the Internet.

I despise people who think they have you figured out. Who think they know you. Their limited and flawed concept of you becomes an obstacle for you to work around, and they will clutch onto it like a crab with its nubby little claw clinging to a piece of trash, despite your attempts to correct them about your own existence and where you come from.

Seriously, if you’re not anti-capitalist you’re a giant asshole. You’re not a capitalist. You don’t own the means of production. You are a slave defending your masters who don’t give a rat’s ass about you.

You cannot lose your soul if you had none to begin with.

Most people want to be slaves. They just want to be comfortable, and the moment a little bit of freedom causes discomfort, they rush back to their cage.

The Internet is no longer designed to be readable. It is designed to be profitable.

The Road is the most optimistic thing McCarthy ever wrote, it says that the human spirit will remain fundamentally intact, even in scenarios where daily life is determined to extinguish it. If you’re going to make a declaration that strong, you need to see the true horror of the world to earn your conclusion. Show how black the night can get before you get to talk about the light with any credibility. And there will be light. There’s always been light in the darkness, and you don’t know that until you’ve been in a truly terrible place and still caught glimpses of it.

There’s more nihilism in modern movies where nothing ever matters and all values are disposable, but everybody’s cracking jokes, being witty, and writers are cooking up speeches about things they’ve spent their entire lives demonstrating they don’t actually believe.

How anyone can look at America and their state of continual campaigning and not conclude that it’s a society completely rotted by spectacle, is beyond me.

What if book authors had their own logos like rock and metal bands? That would be really cool.

We are all part of a dying culture trying to cope with the inevitable. Can we find the faith to go against that inevitability and try and create something in its place? Can any of us? I wonder.

It occurs to me that most of the bitterness, hatred, and misery of the human condition is stuff that I’ve seen online. Most of the people I’ve known in my day-to-day life have been decent folks.

Can we bring dueling back? I have a substantial list of people who have wronged me, that I would like to duel.

Once you realize that 90% of software development work is either useless or actively harmful to society, you can’t look back.

We tell ourselves that material success will bring us joy and when it doesn’t we are left without room to run. Without anything to strive for successful people often feel that their achievements are empty.

Celebrities, actors, and others who live in the public eye feel it more acutely than others. Their careers feed on the fickle attentions of the plebiscite. If the public tastes have changed, they become washed up. Look at all the child actors who grow up into dysfunctional adults. Once they were no longer cute kids, the public had no use for them and acting, it seems, isn’t the best training for the “real world” of indifference and common neglect. Whereas once your needs were on everyone’s mind, now you’re just another anonymous no-face passer-by.

Always prioritise things that are real, work real jobs that make things you can see and touch. Go out with your high-school buddies instead of jerking off with your Discord clique. Production, not speculation. The West started falling when software engineers got paid twice more than hardware engineers.

Not where I wanna be but not where I used to be.

It occurs to me that nobody cares about discussion anymore. Sure people are more than happy to talk but that’s just half of the equation, you have to be able to listen too.

It seems as though that even in the rare occasion that a person can deign to listen to another almost never will they really hear them, sure they’ll go through the motions they will maintain eye contact and nod at the appropriate moments, every now and again make a confirmative noise to assure the other that they understand that every word has passed from tongue to ear without incident but this is nothing but a farce, a hollow performance one does while internally counting each second until next they can vomit their own proclamations to their unsuspecting victim, ignorant of what their partner has said and all the happier for it.

People of the modern era have developed an impressive resilience of the mind preventing all alien ideas from penetrating it while also maintaining a animalistic killer instinct to destroy all ideas of their competitors, there can be no room for compromise, no show of weakness, such is the law of the jungle, such is the law of contemporary discourse because if you were to give an inch they would take a mile, so you must seize the very land beneath them before they can. For all our lives we remain imprisoned within our own heads only capable of communicating with our fellow jailbirds through a limited and convoluted system of sounds ill fit to express the concepts they represent. The last thing such a fragile setup needs is to be weighed down by complications.

Their are millions of people in this world that talk to each other every day, but I do not think I have ever had a single conversation with any of them, I think that one day I might like to.

I’m convinced we’re all just subconsciously, living-out archetypes. Be it to fit in or otherwise belong to this world, we conform and limit what we can be to what has been. Only the truly insane stand a chance of flourishing and breaking free.

Enlightenment in this day and age is realising the following:

• History repeats itself.
• Politics are meaningless and pointless to participate in.
• Majority of news is propaganda.
• The USA is essentially a lie.
• Buddhism is the only religion worth a damn.
• Deism and agnosticism are the two non-religion belief-systems that are worth adopting.

There are two types of people in this world.

Are we technically Gods? We create universes when we write, so who’s to say we are not divine beings in our own way, and that we reside in a similar universe?

Prehistoric man, scared into caves at the sound of thunder. No point of reference in place to tell themselves that it was just a “hubbub of phenomenon”. It was the voice of God, reminding them of the presence of higher powers, reigning the domain of Sky, omnipresent.

You had a cave, or you didn’t. Someone approaches seeking shelter from the wrath of god: not enough here. Go away, poke, stab, thrust.

The first private property. The first conflict. And thenceforth, the same exact property conflict. Slaves and owners, only ever a game of “who got there first”.

Do you not own any land? What was the criteria, to begin with, for someone to own land? Did they “buy” it? No, just found themselves there, and killed anyone who approached. That is ownership. The whole world now is owned. There is none left for you or for me. No corner to sob in without someone on patrol telling you to move along. You must play their demented games of conflict, hiding from the thunder of god in terror. Every successive movement of civilisation is an outgrowth of this primordial condition. Nothing has substantially changed. The whole world is based on separation and conflict and terror, even though we now no longer need flee in terror when thunder resounds in our homes. We know better, but the historical tradition of property and conflict continues, we are not aware of the basis of civilisation. It is that. Terror, conflict, lack of resource … The wilderness is no longer wild. We have tamed it. But now, we have yet to tame the habits and traditions which have created two world wars. They are still the modus operandi. Education, economy, industry, politics, religion, agriculture, all now serve that same aboriginal beast that wanted the cave to himself and his kin, safe from the thundering rage of the god in the sky.

We are only changing the uniform of our base condition. A paradigm shift is underway, but has yet to occur.

Soon you’ll be the only person who considers you to be young.

Do you think it’s unethical in the end to do something you consider unethical for a limited amount of time so that you can do something ethical for much longer later?

For example, what if you have some parasite finance job on Wall Street that earns you a mountain of money which you later deploy to a lot of good?

People always talk about the past because they stopped having meaningful experiences after some point. That’s why the past remains so vivid and important to them, they talk about who they used to be and what they used to do because they aren’t much and not doing much at all now.

I wonder why people on dating sites openly state they have mental illnesses? Is it to trigger that protective instinct?

People have no empathy beyond state approved empathy.

People only have morality to the extent they are programmed to display morality.

Pathetic.

Damn, I nearly forgot late night talk shows used to be about comedy and entertainment rather than government-funded propaganda.

I have no desire to succeed in a culture I abhor.

Spend time in your own thought, not other people’s. Form your own opinions.

Japan is a Keynesian nightmare in which pointless, destructive and wasteful civil engineering projects are vital for the continued employment of a sizeable portion of the population.

Once you turn 30, you’re going to suddenly feel like the train left the station a long time ago with no wavering back to feeling like it’s not leaving yet. My advice? Realise that it is leaving the station right now and take control of your life so you can reap the benefits later.

We definitely need to get out there and be reminded of the nice little contingent aspects of human company. Honestly a meditation, prayer, or reading group is good. Try not to be elitist and autistic, try to just take people as they are. Look at it as a form of people-watching if that helps. Try to find the good in simple people, even in people who are kind of shitty. They don’t have access to the same pure autistic conceptual thought, so they are doing their best just to keep their boat upright and they have to go wherever the currents take them.

I remember well how the plight of women in Afghanistan and Iraq was a regular feature on NPR programs in the run-up to the wars on those countries. Afterwards their plight was conveniently forgotten.

Guns don’t kill people, governments do.

I tell myself white lies and black truths. I protect myself with delusions of myself. I am not that compassionate. I am not that restrained. And yet I am. I long for chaos, and yet everyday I contribute to the overall order of things. I understand myself well. I look at the person in the mirror every morning with recognition. And yet I can’t escape the crushing reality of human agency.

There’s a few good people scattered around, don’t throw them out with the rest. Bad people are some of the most contemptible objects in the universe and scorn for them is overwhelmingly justified. Have no doubt in your heart about slaying the unrighteous.

Consume better stuff. Be honest with yourself about what parts are necessary for living. Learn to get to the point and be pertinent. Be selective, analyse what you have consumed, write the analyses down. Let the story tell itself, listen to that little voice that tells you “this is kinda stupid”. Stop self-pitying over it, it won’t work. Knowing you’re caught is the first step to being free.

Those of us who critique and criticise the world are naturally avoidant of others who share the same world view as us. Why? Because knowing ourselves as we do, we don’t wish to be subject to their critique exposing us to our own faults of which we are likely already painfully aware of. We are afraid of the rejection and being lumped in with the rest of society we so loathe for their mindless ways.

This leaves us with a conundrum.

With no hope of connecting with those to whom we may actually share something in common, we are left with the rest of the world. The very same world we eschew and judge on a daily basis, and how can one connect with people they don’t truly respect? As a result we our left to our own devices, alone and with no attempt to connect with the world.

For we are disappointed and dissatisfied with society, and we are scared, that if we attempt to forego our pre-cognate conclusions, that we will be rejected due to a fundamentally different world view.

And it’s easier to sleep at night thinking you could be a part of something bigger, than it is to sleep knowing you are truly alone.

Genius is not insanity. Genius is having a clear head with an incredible ability to focus.

The biggest protection against piracy was to make the games not worth playing, let alone worth cracking.

The world we live in is not a world that is kind to the dreamers, David Lynch himself fought tooth and nail to get to where he got and even then he wasn’t free to dream.

The world is being de-intellectualised and the Internet reflects it.

It really scares me that the big software companies are requiring people to work lots of overtime while at the same time increasing their at-work benefits (free food, game rooms, etc). Pretty soon work and free time are going to merge into the same thing: eating pizza and staring at screens, occasionally checking Facebook and Twitter to hashtag trendy socio-political issues. We are slowly being turned into cattle for the techno-overlords and nobody seems to care.

I cannot stand my middle class peers anymore. The attention to clothing, the carefully-curated Instagram feed, the endless small trips made with the sole purpose of picture-posting, the furniture in their homes, the things they say, their tastes, their pathetic feeling of superiority over the poor masses. I can’t stand it anymore.

Learning how to grow old graciously is one thing, shortening your lifespan and forcing everyone play pretend is another.

How many beloved things from our childhood do we have to watch die?

There’s something deeply revolting about these corporations fucking the corpse of the things we used to like. Things that expanded our imagination.

They’re not only content to sell your data and kill the planet, but they also want to take even your escapism from you.

That’s fucked up.

There isn’t much left to do. The fear, creativity and benediction is the only thing keeping you alive. You move because you’re afraid of stopping. Your motivation is assuaged entirely by your fear of failure and your creativity is cannibalised by both your haste and your carelessness. You’ve become this holy icon, branded your name and crucified yourself in the name of our father, so you can’t stand it; now you’ll cripple your ability and plead political immunity. Which is only natural, you’re only human.

Considering that the future is an extension of now, and now I am satisfied, what is there more to do than grow old and die?

To strive would interrupt my satisfaction. To accept even more responsibility would fragment my energy. To be able to respond to the needs of something is to be responsible for it. To maintain my car or house or job, finances, friends, future, past, parents, body, etc.

Why should I live a more and more fragmented Life by being “responsible”?

By comparing myself with another I have found things, potentially desirable, that I don’t have. By finding something that I don’t have I have created a home in my life that I be satisfied until I fill, a privation in my psyche. By being told that I don’t have something that I “should”, by someone that I admire creates a privation in my psyche.

Why do we do this to ourselves? Why do we constantly strive when we can just as easily give up responsibility for everything but the minimum and remain satisfied?

If we stop moving are we afraid that we will die? Are we so afraid to face the reality of our death that we constantly need to chase one thing after another? We do attain wisdom after an accomplishment don’t we … not that of the goal, but of being disillusioned of its promise of satisfaction.

It is fine to carry a cross. It is fine to look and not go. Some promises are good because they don’t come to an end. You can have regrets and gratitude. You can be clothed in a cold night.

I want to explore the subterranean layers of the human conscious like no one has done before. Should I connect them to facts, statistics, research? Psychologists and social scientists spend a lot of time getting data to support why their programs are supposed to work instead of making their programs actually work.

I get shocked by the objective realities that modern science has brought us. Not the science mentioned above, but things like entropy, evolution, and how the organism of a classical economy should work. I stick to that strictly objective perspective (we’re just primates made of matter suspended in the infinite darkness). This perspective is powerful when researching tiny isolated fields of information, but it is no map for a human life. In other words, the partition between the universe and my daily life is strict and thick. The universe is a map, but life is a narrative.

I have tried to make a big sweep of a narrative with this short little text, but instead I have collated a thousand little wisps of impressions and distilled them into words.

It’s almost like watching a movie. You’re back from university now, in the shower, and you’re just reclined there against the back of the tub, hot water falling on you, like every night before you left for school. Except, it’s different now. You’re not really there. Or at least, you are there, but it doesn’t matter. Your body’s like a dumb animal, pushed to work and pleasure, while your mind is separate. Like a hazy train ride, or a waking dream.

It even happens in dreams. Is that weird? There’s no poetic flourish to this. It’s like growing old prematurely. And you don’t even care. Now, at one point you did. You went through every bit of practical wisdom out there, looking for some philosophical insight that’ll bring you back your humanity, hoping that the exercises might flip some switch and make you feel again. But the months keep passing, and life is like a parody of itself. Can you remember your childhood? Your interests? What’s happened to you?

When the world is ruled by psychopaths, there is honour rather than shame in being an enemy of the state.

You know what changed the perception of the world to kids? Not Tiktok, but childless cat ladies “educating” children in Rockefeller daycare centers.

A conversation with a chat bot is endless but one with a human eventually comes to an end.

It’s just me and Kierkegaard against the world now.

The age of camaraderie has seemingly passed on, the struggles of this life hidden under the unimportant.
We fight over nothing and ignore the inevitable problems that loom ahead.
We argue about anything and agree on the pointless ideas that used to be so common.
We kill each other, both in soul and body, and save the most basic and savage aspects of our mind.
We complicate ourselves, we separate ourselves, we divide ourselves into these tiny pieces until those pieces are worth nothing.
The age of empathy has died, the great struggles of this life hidden under apathy.

The more individualistic and consumerist driven a society is the more authoritarian their leader are going to inevitably be, like children begging for a father figure around them so they can continue to be carefree and inconsequential.

Personality traits are strongly deterministic. Changing personality is almost impossible, and the best bet is probably to select creative children and discipline them, for the off chance that some of them will a) be truly creative, and b) be truly disciplined, and eventually find the gold, c) children who are both.

As the complexity of civilisation stretches beyond the horizon of human comprehension all ideologies enter superposition in terms of explanatory reach. The rest is a matter of aesthetics.

I wonder if guns will ever be imbued with the same mythic significance as swords. There is certainly a romance around some firearms, but it doesn’t yet feel cosmic in the way a sword does.

I am feeling calmer about the future. I have come to realise that (almost) nothing is permanent and that it is OK to change your mind. I think the important thing is to at least head in some direction, even you come to realise it is the wrong direction. Sometimes making the wrong decision can put into focus the right decision and help you reach a conclusion you might never have reached if you hadn’t have made the initial decision. Sure, it can be tiring when you realise that you’ve headed the wrong way and that you need to double back, but that is better than staying in one spot and remaining stranded there.

I used to be fairly interested in politics because I felt that I’d identified most of the reasons why everything around us was going to shit (for the sake of the following it doesn’t really matter if I was right or not). I even had solutions lined up and all. However, the more I kept debating the people around me, the more I started hating them. Because even after convincing them through logical arguments, they simply acknowledged that I was right and changed absolutely nothing.

I realised after a while that there are two kinds of people in the world. Ones that can infer the truth without having to experience it, and those who need to make deep personal experiences to change their core programming. The former type of people is very rare, while the latter is very useless.

The solution here is obviously that one should focus one’s energy on the “player” characters. The NPCs obviously live under a faith-based system of social orthodoxy, and will simply follow whatever is socially accepted. Therefore, one need not bother with them, for they shall fall in line when one becomes the person who determines social norms.

However, instead of focusing on the solution, I instead looked at what would happen were I to actually succeed. Presumably, through great sacrifice to myself in terms of time investment and personal safety, I would embark on a journey with a very low chances of success, to forcefully herd the sheep and my compatriots towards a better future. Of course, what I consider as a better future remains irrelevant. There remains only one issue. By “saving society”, I would have enabled the idiots amongst us, who had been so pathetically manipulated by promises of utopia, of endless love and prosperity, to get away with their frankly disgusting display of collective stupidity. I refused to abide by that outcome, and therefore, from that point on, when someone asks me about my view on politics, I simply began saying that I am apolitical (because most of people just aren’t worth saving).

It may seem a bit petty, that I would condemn myself and other good people to a fate brought upon us by manipulative elites and foolish hedonists. But there isn’t really any price I’m not willing to pay to see the subhuman trash which collectively brought us into this situation eat their just-desserts.

It’s not like I’ll be in real personal danger anyway, I know when to make my hasty retreat to some irrelevant island nation, and actually have the funds to do so.

It’s not just pursuit of pleasure in general, it’s the fact that the expectation of pleasure is now embedded at the instinct level so that every person effectively has ADHD and is constantly urging for a cigarette of stimulation. Supply meets demand, and the market churns out forms of stimulation that are smaller, more parcelled-up, more bite-sized. The loop between craving-hit-craving-hit-craving-hit is getting tighter, shorter, more binary.

These basic drives and instincts are supposed to be built up into complexes of behaviour, with holistic and emergent properties, ultimately forming a personality with life goals etc. Instead, we are “atomising” down to our most basic pleasure-seeking drives, until all the machinery of our evolved consciousness exists only to satisfy the craving-hit-craving-hit loop in as rapid an alternation as possible.

This makes our higher conscious functions vestigial, especially all the unactivated, merely potential ones that are lying dormant. We’re at a real risk of dying as a species this century and giving birth to something much uglier, some kind of hybrid of animal and machine that probably exists to service a larger machine, whether that is mechanical or distributed and cybernetic.

My bet is that a subhuman beige worker class will emerge, like the deltas in Brave New World who only want their fix of soma, and these will be ruled by a cognitive “elite” (probably retarded by mid-20th century standards, but smarter than the deltas) descended from the present oligarchic class. Basically Brazil on steroids: if you are on the favela side of the tracks, your offspring will become more animal, and if you are on the oligarch side, your offspring will regress to midwit level (think the typical college-educated but useless functionary from a well-off family) but rule over them in an unquestioned neo-feudal arrangement. This elite will itself be integrated into a cybernetic global structure of some kind, but one that isn’t very interesting, just despotic and stagnant.

The White Tiger has returned.

No matter what you believe in, I have a strong feeling that right now may be an opportune time to take that long overdue moral inventory. You may not get many more chances. You see, things are never going back to the way they were before. Truly, honestly ask yourself if you’re on the side of light or darkness. Examine with the utmost scrutiny those you stand behind. Be humble enough to learn, wise enough to know, and courageous enough to act and change.

Say what you will about the 60s counterculture, but they actually scared their governments enough to be considered a real threat to national and international order. These “new” protestors don’t seem to scare anyone other than the small business owners who get caught in the crossfire. They don’t have any goals, they’re not trying to burn down government buildings or bomb politicians. All their protests amount to is going out into the street and acting like the scary guys from 60 years ago in order to convince some politician to say the right words on TV.

Do Americans realise their media turns the country into a spectacle for the rest of the world to laugh at and point towards what not to do?

There comes an age where you can’t help but feel the way things are is how they’ll be forever, and in the end, that tension you feel between aspirations and feeling dead inside will just be just a long daydream.

The chains within our mind is to our own accord. Happiness is not found within, but it is without. Going outside and soaking up the sun can do wonders on the mind, as is taking a look into what you eat and interact with daily. You are what you consume, my friend, and if you are consuming a life fit for a prison no wonder you are its prisoner.

There is no sentiment I despise more than hope. Weak, grovelling, desperate hope. The capacity for hope is the last indignity heaped upon the human soul by a cruel and indifferent God. Hope has no appeal but to the powerless, but even to them it does no service and has no value. Because to place your trust in hope is to vote for powerlessness. For hope is the last attempt to salvage some good from this world when all our powers have failed us and there is nothing that can be done. Hope is a gamble. Worse, it is the gambler deceiving themselves into the belief that the house does not always win, that the house, contrary to reason, is rooting for them to win.

Faith, the close cousin of hope, I can at least respect. Faith requires a certain strength of will. Hope is the collapse of strength, a surrender before a universe filled with entropy, poisons, radioactive abysses, parasites, full of an infinite assortment of possible configurations that drive human hope to extinction. Hope is a fool’s bet. No matter what fate throws at me I will never submit to the indignity of hoping.

Modern man has been reduced to an entirely economic being, rapidly so over the last twenty years. We’ve been taught that we are all naturally selfish and must be restrained by the state. Only with the state’s interference in our local economy, culture, religion, and family can we be free and achieve our modus operandi, namely financial maximalism. Of course, once freed we help achieve the same for others. Open as many offices in backwater nations. Bring their “brightest” into our program and convert them. Eat away at their chains and economically, socially, and spiritually liberate them.

It’s so effective and self-correcting. The more who join, the harder it is to stay afloat. The system is reinforced by fear, poor imaginations, and social conformity.

I’m not a religious person but I realise that the death of religion has exerted devastating effects on Western society. People are lost and aimless. They live for pleasure alone. They have no universal cultural touchstones which unite them around a shared purpose that transcends their petty differences. They root their identity in those differences alone, which are themselves vaporous nothings. They take pride in who they are, not what they do. They live for themselves and are miserable. Suffering makes no sense to them, and so is multiplied a thousandfold. There is no noble virtues to maintain, no structure to values. Not incidentally, the decline in religion correlates with the lack of moral virtues; what does Western culture now embrace?

Twitter is not the news. The news isn’t even the news. It’s not real. Whoopi Goldberg isn’t a politician. She could say anything right now and it wouldn’t effect anybody’s life. Joe Rogan isn’t a threat to anybody. These people are celebrities. Hollywood isn’t real, people. Call your grandmother. Update your resume. Go ask your girlfriend to marry you. Donate your computer. Your phone has an off button. Just for the love of God, stop watching the news.

As a citizen of a representative democracy, I feel as though that the average person is not properly represented by the living fossils at the podiums, and is disrespected by their superiors on the regular. It angers me to see elderly people working when they should be retired. It pains me when people working constant overtime are still unable to afford to progress.

I hate how the path to happiness feels pre-paved and doesn’t leave wiggle room. You will never own a home or land if you’re not born middle-class and up, and even that’s a stretch. You will be forced into the wage cycle and sucked dry to make rent. You will be subjected to the full extent of the surveillance state. Your taxes will fund these invasions of privacy, while schools will remain massively underfunded, ensuring that the future youth are too stupid to ask if this is how life should be.

To add to this, nobody wants to make themselves uncomfortable with this question, because we would have to ask ourselves if there’s something more worth doing than watching the Sunday game or arguing if Democrat or Republican is the way to go. Life for the average man has turned into bread and circuses, and we’re all too distracted to even question the audacity of those sitting at the top.

Is not all of life a preparation for death? To train oneself in going from the light into the dark. And back again. Over and over we go back into the void. And returning to the light we bring back greater wisdom.

I think people who really, truly care about something other than their wellbeing or the wellbeing of their family are very rare. It’s easier to be liked by others if you aren’t so committed to morals, values, ideals, beliefs, causes, ideas, etc. as to clash with others, or at least, it’s easier to be accepted into a group if you tone down your commitment until it matches the lowest common denominator of the group. Even if you don’t care about fitting in to a group (rare in itself), there’s a great difference between that and being willing to sacrifice opportunities, pleasant treatment, material wellbeing, and so on for your ideals.

You can only have so many people who are doing the bare minimum at their job because they don’t give a fuck or who don’t sacrifice immediate personal benefit for an ideal before you reach a failure cascade.

Five lessons to learn from Schopenhauer:

1. Expect little or nothing from people.
2. Learn to thrive in solitude.
3. Resentment and revenge is just the will screwing with you.
4. Repressing trauma instead of accepting is the source of nearly every depression.
5. Immersion in art and creativity is the best available relief.

Isn’t a parent burying their child proof that Death can conquer Love?

Your own soul has a fire that can keep you warm, but you need to cast fuel to that fire. Even if you use too much, burning up in flame is better than letting the embers die out. Try and push yourself forward, and seek happiness from within.

Why is Russia evil for behaving like you would expect a sovereign country to behave? But when the US pulls the same shit, you just say that one cannot apply morality to geopolitics.

It’s weird how in the absence of Church we now have activist Youtubers occupying the role of the parish priest/pastor, showing us the moral pathway congruent with their respective ideology.

Nature, of course, does make you happy. We appeal to nature in all kind of ways, every living thing wants a natural life, natural surroundings, natural food. They’re all healthier following a natural lifestyle.

Over the last century the human race has survived experiences that, to put it mildly, should have been instructive. Scores of millions have been slaughtered, and it cannot be said that the avoidance of the even worse catastrophe of nuclear war was foreordained. Have the lessons been learned? Ideas that claimed to transcend all problems, but were defective or delusive, devastated minds, movements, and whole countries. In fact, humanity has been savaged and trampled by rogue ideologies.

Seeing every new thing being “the most expensive ever” doesn’t make me think things are getting richer, it just makes me think money is becoming worthless.

Humanity hasn’t changed a bit. Coliseums in antiquity, public executions in medieval times, Liveleak videos of the Ukrainian or Middle East wars in the present. People love seeing death. Death and sex, nothing arouses man more.

Is time itself the greatest evil? Everything in life is dictated by motion. Even at the subatomic level, nothing stays still. Electrons orbit the nucleus. Molecules bounce against each other. And every second that ticks by is one second closer that has solidified into the millennia long film reel of the past, unchangeable, one second closer to our inevitable deaths.

Sometimes I long for stillness. I am at my happiest at this specific stretch of time on the line that begins with my birth and ends with my death, but I fear what will happen to me when these foolish happy days inevitably reach the end of their thread. I romanticise the stillness of rustic life, where I can live out my days in humble cottage with someone who I would surrender myself to, and them as equally to me. But even in my stillness, I cannot stop myself from moving across the axis of time, the 4th axis. My cells break down and reform constantly. Wrinkles etched across my countenance gain permanence day by day. Drifting about, swept along the paradoxically rushing and leisurely currents of time.

When did everyone get obsessed with everything being legal? I thought it was cool to break the rules.

I hate egalitarianism with a passion and I see it everywhere, almost everything that is shit about the modern world is the result of some egalitarian delusion. From the macro level to simple individual decisions. And I just can’t unsee the hierarchy/equality dichotomy because it’s literally everywhere. Be it sex, race, economics, culture.

Broken families lead to broken people.

Many people of the “small web” variety are wondering how we can fix the web. It’s easy, stop using mainstream and propaganda websites, create forums, stop being obsessed with security, start sharing, stop demonising piracy, stop being obsessed with sexuality, politics and trends.

Or just burn it with fire.

Millennials will forever be the best consumer generation that has ever existed, and zoomers will the the most clueless generation that has ever existed.

The problem is in our own countries. A swamp of degeneracy and decay. Weaklings who call themselves men, girls who call themselves women. Not even the settled family life of the 80s is the norm anymore. Low fertility rates, a dead society, corporations who feel like they have the right to pull money out of your bag because you mistakenly pressed a button on a screen, no refunds. I scorn it. What even is this? Where am I? It’s so confusing. It’s like everything was normal and boom. You’re sitting inside a crowded bus full of wretches staring at their phones. Everything is dead.

When you rearrange the whole of a nation to pursue profit, that which is unprofitable, priceless and uneconomic is rejected. This is America.

The Internet has been really bad for standards of decency and decorum.

Generally speaking, 4chan is a cesspit of spiteful losers who misdirect their misery and failure to everything but themselves. Schadenfreude, resentment and cruelty are the only things they have going on for them.

Hard work for what? What does it amount to?

Creating destructive technologies that plunder the natural world more and strip man of autonomy?

Working as a disposable slave who is eventually replaced with greater automation?

Leading to better ways of making people sick, with microplastics in their blood, spraying kids with DDT, creating new pesticides that lead to sickness, inventing new ways of spying and automating it by deploying models on the cloud?

Destroying all sense of enchantment and wonder with mechanistic reductionist language?

Creating medical technologies that allow dysgenic children to survive, when high infant mortality served a role in genetic winnowing and natural eugenics?

There is no such thing as “progress”. Anyone who promoted “progress” is better off dead. Technocratic elite have paved the way to the destruction of Earth.

The industrial order creates the very complications it claims to solve. It has its own will that uses man to evolve to the point it supplants natural autonomous ways of being. Being a hard worker is just about being a better slave to corporations in modern times. We are effectively factory farm animals but it’s moving in the direction of being disposable lab rats.

Truly wise people question the very foundation of what they’re embedded in, and there’s nothing natural about the way people live any more. Even a lot of “counter movements” are engineered now.

Human beings are a failed species, and there is nothing special about any race. These are Promethean times.

I’m optimistic about the future, just not the future of mankind.

Europe is a has-been and Americans who idolise Europe are more obnoxious than Europeans themselves. Europe is the ruins of a dead civilisation. They brought their demographics to America’s levels in less than a generation. They have no culture left. Their kids speak American English better than their native languages. They gave up all of their rights and freedoms, and live in perpetual servitude to the state. They depend on America’s military to protect them and on Russia’s energy to sustain them.

Europe is America’s vassal, Russia’s bitch, and Islam’s servant.

Even this very day, a very likely non-zero number of people including children died by western supplied ammunition to a colonial state operating at the behest of the US and EU allies.

The developed world commits evil at a bigger scale, has more responsibility because it has more power and even more moral culpability because of a supposedly morally superior culture.

And yet we think nothing of the US bombing some random country to bits, but if one ethnic person steals a wallet we condemn billions of people as irreparably evil.

We’re headed for a strange and depressing future. As the world increasingly automates systems, it will lose touch with humanity and take on an uncanny and inhuman character. In the past we could see inklings of this in the way automated financial systems drove businesses to make decisions that placed shareholder value ahead of the true utility of the company, or in the way dating apps have allowed a certain small segment of the population to benefit from optimisation strategies which have a chilling effect on relationships and connections between young people at large.

Now we can visually see the process by which the human element - the intentionality behind every smaller element of something which either has a purpose for humans or was generated as a product of human thinking and behaviour - is lost, in the form of AI-generated content. Given a set of algorithms and a data pool, AI models attempt to create content which resembles what humans desire, but without the underlying thought processes which select for good and bad, desirable and undesirable, aesthetic and ugly, often resulting in uncanny shapes and images which somewhat resemble what is desired but without the true underlying elements which would make them actually desirable. Extra fingers, buildings with walls joining in strange ways, details that are just a jumble of lines if examined closely. The resemblance is there, but the utility and function aren’t. A good comparison would be the popular Backrooms series, in which a set of familiar human spaces is severed from its underlying connection to humanity and becomes something like a tumorous mass, a corrupt outgrowth with only a passing resemblance to what gave birth to it.

What the world is headed for is an explosion in the production of such severed, uncanny things, aping human-centric function without reaching it - and a frightening amount of the population will leap into the gaping maw of this uncanniness with enthusiasm, where they will slowly be warped by it and lose their connection with the common human experience through submersion in its corruption. A paradoxical loner society will result, composed of Internet-connected pods served by automatic delivery systems, in which users shun the outside world in favour of generated content and experiences tailored to their preferences - which, over time and with progressively larger consumption of generated content, will taint the models used to generate and lead to a feedback loop, slowly bringing the end consumer to enjoy and seek after experiences which are beyond the bounds of the human mode of existence. Recordings of echoes in a cave, recorded and used to train a model, whose generated echoes are used to train another model, whose generated echoes have become untethered from the sound which birthed them at first. Rooms and hallways created not to be the place for human activity to take place in, but simply to be rooms and hallways.

Stagnation through self-devouring.

The devil stalks its prey like a lion, eating fiat dollar bills.

We really are all going to die. That wasn’t just a catchphrase or a cruel joke. Death reaches out its cold hand to us, but it doesn’t merely strike us when we arrive at our end of days. On the contrary, death deals us many blows. It cuts down everyone around us. We get to watch them get picked off one by one. And for most of us, it’s only after decades of witnessing this grand horror spectacle that our turn finally arrives. Hurled into nothing with the rest of them.

Capitalism is the contract whereby you get to have a happy family as long as someone else gets fucked over.

The real question is what will fill the void once the modern religion of pop culture becomes desultory because Phase 6,789 of the Marvel Cinematic Universe isn’t keeping anyone entertained anymore and no one enjoys listening to the same recycled pop artists over and over.

A return to a society of individualised, property owning, self-sufficient actors is not possible because we have become dependant on the techniques of global production which is impossible to reverse.

The main issue is that the wealth generated by the global production and supply chain benefits from an economy of scale which can reduce redundancies and coordinate logistics beyond what could be done with smaller units which have the capacity to defect. If this system is threatened by an attempt at replacing it with a more decentralised model we would lose the economy of scale benefit, which would result in economic decline.

This decline would be represented in an insecurity of the basic resources for life, due to their rising costs.

These costs would rise, because as humans benefitted from the global production and supply chain, we also expanded our population and improved their standard of living using its surplus resources. Without that structure, people’s lives would get worse and some would face hunger, causing political instability which would be quelled by reverting back to the world structure that propped everything up in the first place.

We’re stuck in the international order, with no way to reverse it.

Someone asked me why I like movies so much. I guess they’re better than people.

The main drives in contemporary academia are novelty, money, and power. They don’t sit around masturbating so much as publish research to advance themselves, advance a transgressive ideology, achieve fame, make money, things like this. The CIA had an acronym that described basic human motivations, MICE: Money, Ideology, Compromise, and Ego. So they do things for these, but precisely in a way that is not modulated by virtue and thus virtuous deeds. You know, the American left literally thinks they’re the good guys. It’s not just complete nihilism. They think they’re the good guys of history, literally. It’s a little redundant here though, because nihilism is itself the absence of values and thus virtue. So whether it’s nihilism or a confused set of values, the result is the same either way.

The true European spirit has fallen asleep somewhat because of the wealth created by capitalism, because during the Cold War, the enemy was outside of the borders. It is the spirit that put the factory workers in constant aggression against the factory owners. The spirit of duelling against anyone who disagrees with you. The spirit that made the Lutherans rage against Catholicism and the spirit that made the Catholics fight against the Protestants for the sake of tradition. It is the spirit that caused the revolutions of 1848, the spirit that made the founding fathers write the American Constitution. It is the spirit of disagreeing with your opponent and going all stakes against him, no matter wether the opponent is someone who disagrees with you on a table discussion, a capital owner, a political power figure or the state himself.

I am currently full of that outraging spirit. I am mad at the European governments for everything they have done during the last 20 years and they no longer have my respect. It is the European spirit in me that wants their obliteration. It was the European spirit that caused the French revolution of 1789. It was the same spirit that caused the nobles of France to fight against the revolutionists.

Maybe becoming the stereotypical man-child just existing to watch the next superhero movie, eating cereal for breakfast and drinking cookie flavoured alcohol is the only way to survive in the modern Western world. Capitalism has forever lifted the vale which was over religion, politics, art and morality and proved they are just carnal. Locking yourself away or drowning yourself in intoxication is really just born out of the same distress. I don’t know how I can have strong beautiful believes one way or another when going outside and just dipping my toes in the urban mire proves them to be false. There is nothing divine about people or their creations.

All the suffering in the world and you expect God to answer you, of all people?

The irony when the biggest spewers of all kinds of hate are Americans and they lecture Europe about it, who is completely tolerant of everyone except Gypsies.

I just think you Americans are fascinated with your chains, utterly fascinated with the media universe that holds you enthralled. If you really, truly hated this system, you would stop talking about it, turn up your collar, and walk away forever.

1. The Corporatization of the Internet and subsequent concentration into few hands (Centralisation and Monopolisation).
2. The prevalence of Algorithms (more often than not designed to serve you straight up advertisement slop or otherwise gradually show you more extreme and emotion-provoking content for the increased interaction and advertiser money) which ties neatly into point number 3.
3. The Profit motive (a lot of the modern internet is built with the generation of profit in mind; this often sacrifices interesting niche content for that which broadly appeals, makes it harder to find projects that are made simply for the joy of said project and encourages more covert and aggressive forms of advertisement).
4. Hostile Design and Walled Gardens (open your average website, adblock disabled and with no current account logged in or stored cookies. Count how many popups show up aggressively begging you to make an account or otherwise share data with them; take note of how annoying they purposefully make it to use without doing so, in some cases denying you access until you do).

Think a bit about what made you like the Internet of the past, what kinds of websites you visited, and how specifically you went about finding novel content. Think about how these things have changed systemically and why how you go about attempting to do such things today might not be succeeding as well.

Mainly because the world you could escape from, thanks to Internet, is now one with the Internet. It might sound like a cliché but no, you can’t escape anywhere else now.

Sooner or later we must try … living.

I feel that at this point, “Western civilisation” is a meaningless term. It has no standards, no values, no traditions, nothing that guides it except capital flow.

Pop culture feels like a collection of animal tails, but you never get to see the whole animal.

I stopped believing the mainstream narrative of the west a while ago.

We are not the “good guys”. There are no good guys, in the sense that if other peoples were in our place they would be just as abusive of those beneath them, but currently we are the abusers and the rest of the world is the victim.

And most people are not really good people. At most they are too stupid to be morally good acting citizens. But I suspect, most people are also just bad people.

When you’re stupid, education is actually harmful to you.

Is there any point to writing if nobody will ever read what you have to write?

Today I initiated a volitional journey to an audiovisual facility with the intent of engaging in the phenomenological experience of visual stimuli transmitted via the optical projection apparatus onto a expansive planar surface within the spatial confines of the cinematic venue. It was fun.

The scary thing about modern western culture is just how contra-selected it all is. You could be the next Yeats but it wouldn’t amount to anything because you don’t have connections and probably also don’t have the proper politics to be published either. Plus most who would read you or criticise you in papers were raised on slop that taught them that the sky is green and the grass is blue, even if you were inarguably great and passed through all the hoops of publishing, you simply wouldn’t be understood because there is no cultured audience on the other end of the metaphorical phone who would both know how to and care enough to appreciate a fine work.

You have to let things unfold. I’m ok with letting things unfold. It’s the waiting for the unfolding that kills me.

Let’s be real. America’s real problem is that it’s a technophilic, anti-traditional, multi-ethnic free-for-all. It’s really no wonder why the place turned into a wasteland of car dealerships and fast food joints.

I just listened to a speech by the leader of one of the warring governments in the Sahel. He was explaining how the “imperialists” have a triangular worldview; they perceive themselves and their people as the empire of good, who deserve all rights and everything good in life; they view competing powers of the east as the empire of evil, who stand in opposition to everything that is good (defined as: themselves), and must be destroyed; and the empire of slaves, who are implicitly understood as Africa and South America, places which must be managed externally and never allowed to gain self rule.

Then I turned on a speech being given by a prominent EU leader, who I won’t name, explaining how western forces must raise up their security operations across Africa to re-establish stability across the region, and that this is especially vital in light of competition pressures from BRICS.

It was extremely Twilight Zone-esque. We are destroying ourselves through delusion.

The media’s role is not to convey information, but to create context.

What you wanted technology to become:

“A private flying, durable, waterproof personal assistant AI robot drone bodyguard that also functions as a communication/translation/sparring partner/threat detector/anti-surveillance beacon.”

What technology became:

“So we’re going to insert this device into your rectal cavity to surveil your vital signs and more completely integrate your data into the cloud so your metaverse avatar can accurately display how you’re feeling and what you’re thinking about at any given moment, with mandatory tranquiliser-injecting Corrective Needles that activate at the first sign of antisocial thoughts/behaviour.”

I want off this train.

Money excuses everything and knows no sin. Sins are written off as “externalities.” Poison the waters, thicken the air, salt the earth, silence the children, destroy the non believers. Make that money. Perpetual worldwide holocaust. Life turns inward on life and mercilessly assaults it. In service to braindead consumption of shit. The apes have giant garages and storehouses full of this shit, they put out a lawn chair and smoke cigarettes in front of it, proudly.

“Look at all my stuff!!!”

Governments try to take in more data. In doing so, they become more authoritarian by nature (as they create a separation between the inner and outer circles). At the same time as they do this, they become less effective - they mistake data for knowledge, and knowledge for power. Data becomes a fetish, and the basis for governance slips away. The last stage is some form of state collapse. Soviet Union is a decent example of this happening.

The opposite form is building durable and distributed systems of governance that lean on the good culture of the greater populace and welcome their aid in governing. Self-governance, as it were, where data on the governed is entirely besides the point when you can just ask instead and get a more useful reflection on affairs.

Life is impermanence, that’s its fundamental nature. Don’t cling to anything, for nothing will respond to your clinging. If you cry, cry out of awe and gratitude for the love you shared with your companion. But do not get saddened by the natural course of existence. All living things, die. I know it can be difficult. But this is the most logical response to what is inevitable and inescapable. Take comfort in knowing that your companion felt your love each and every day of his life, and in death, he will still feel it beyond the relative stretches of illusory Time. The best way to honour the death of a loved one is to recognise its inevitability.

Luckily, you are still here. There are millions of unhoused animals, they will all die too. The beautiful thing about life is that it keeps going and keeps dying. This one will pass, but you can honour him through the adoption of another, being is impermanent, but love is eternal.

Do you think the reason regular people can’t recognise how callous and evil everything in the world is, is just because they are too “good”?

Or, blind?

The way these major enterprise systems work, it’s all an enormous slave plantation. Think about getting famous. You harvest the attention of people lower on the income scale than you are, and you have to do it using a manufactured persona. If you use an authentic persona, you’re deemed “non brand safe” and can earn a moderate amount of money indie, if you get too big, they’ll railroad you. If you’re “brand safe”, your attention harvesting capacity is used to sell products to plebs. In exchange, you get adorned with money, and you’re able to own multiple businesses. The threat of destroying you is always in play, for something as slight as making an “n word” joke on a forum years before you were famous. So you keep up the fake persona and own businesses to supplement income.

Owning businesses at that scale as an owned person (a famous person), is functionally no different from owning a giant plantation of slaves.

Politicians sell narratives about virtue and justice to people while they, in reality, are accomplices to the largest cases of mass murder the world has ever seen, industrial-scale mass murder and martially-enforced poverty for most of the people on Earth. So, “we care about equality” on one hand, and planning out mass murder on the other. Yet people, even now, seem to be largely unappreciative of this dissonance. They might understand corruption, but not the scale of the dissonance. The only thing I can think is that they’re too sheltered and unaware of what evil really looks like.

The Internet, the people that created it and their cultures (online and offline) have devolved to the point that everything is not just boring and mundane (which would suck but would be bearable), but is actively hostile to any sense of aesthetics, taste or fun.

It wasn’t the post-truth Matrix that I regret falling into, it’s that I woke up without a country of my own.

The question of the causes and conditions that have led to this mess is more important than the focus on the countless issues stemming from the cancerous, invasive system itself. Anyone with a degree of wisdom and contemplation knows this system is fundamentally destructive; it creates the very complications it claims to solve. I am interested in the psychological, evolutionary, and metaphysical reasons why humanity created and continues to support a system that is ultimately against its self-preservation and the Earth’s biodiversity.

If evolution itself possesses a telos, then it would not make sense for the telos of technological development to be seamlessly aligned with it.

The problem with Ted Kaczynski’s manifesto is it doesn’t go into metaphysics as much, but he is correct that industrialisation is a cancer that strips man of autonomy. He lays out a great case for my rational side, unburdened by a maze of terminology and peculiar forms of thinking. We are simply running out of time to appreciate those forms of thinking.

Political action is futile. In the age of mass surveillance, it will just be subverted. Maybe during the 90s there was a chance but not any more.

The reason metaphysics is valuable is because it offers “more ways out” than just political action, which is extremely risky with automated surveillance now. For example, spiritual liberation may be one way out.

Also, let’s explore this further: Why is mankind worth preserving in either an unnatural mechanised or natural non-mechanised state? Mankind as a whole seems to be a flawed and vile species to me, given the disastrous state we are in now, and worse than our chimp and bonobo relatives. Maybe if we were closer to gorillas and orangutans things wouldn’t be this bad?

Mankind always had the latent seeds for the creation of this teleogenetic cancerous industrial system, and thus, mankind is not worth preserving in either a natural or unnatural state.

Mankind will eventually go extinct and the Earth will rehabilitate itself through the evolution of bacteria and fungi that eliminate pollution and non-biodegradable trash. Biodiversity will grow again once mankind is gone and there is no one maintain the industrial system unless it attains full autonomy and attains capacity for self-replication, and self-evolution, which I agree would be a disaster.

Industrialisation was a mistake, but mankind was a bigger mistake as a whole. There is nothing worth preserving with mankind. Moreover, given the nature of evolution, it’s not as if mankind’s future descendants will even resemble itself thousands to millions of years from now.

Other life forms will develop more sophisticated and spiritually enriching traditions than mankind, which is a vile and despicable species.

Travelling to a foreign land is a sensory spectacle, a potent distraction, a childhood simulacrum where things are novel. Walking through crowds full of new faces, crowds so ceaseless you start to ignore them like the wind. New grass, bird sounds, language, food, sky. It’s best to keep in mind that it is nothing new, best not to get dazzled, remember to see clearly how it’s all the same.

You know how some people think that after you die you will see a “replay” of your entire life? What if that’s just what we’re doing now? What if none of us are actually alive? Would it matter?

The representation of fate by the gods as distinct from human action in the Iliad is more profound than is given credit. Many people lately have adopted a self improvement lifestyle where they work hard to overcome life’s challenges. While this is well and good, there are also, of course, many challenges that are insurmountable. A naive self improvement outlook doesn’t acknowledge these insurmountable challenges or only gives them lip service, however we see from the Iliad that those who follow the gods are most often well rewarded and those who resist do so at their own peril. I think a more nuanced understanding of self improvement can be inherited from the ancient Greeks, where we strive within the small domain over which we have power, while forever acknowledging the unsteady foundation on which our lives rest.

Also most self-improvement people are really into Marvel or Shōnen, which show heroes changing the universe with their hard work. It’s telling that more serious media is forever scaling back the relative power of individuals.

Philosophers are looking for the meaning of life, doctors are looking for the meaning of life, scientists are looking for the meaning of life. Everyone is fucking looking for the meaning of life. I’m gonna help you out, right now.

There is no meaning to life. We’re born, live a pitiful amount of years, some in abject misery, some in glorious joy, and then we die. There’s no meaning to any of it. Don’t get fucked over is about the only thing you can hope for and it’s bound to happen anyway. Multiple times. Some people just check out. Mentally, emotionally, even physically. They take their life because they can’t handle the stress of living. And again, there is no meaning to it. None at all.

Once, I met this eighteen year old kid that was dying of cancer. His family was rich, he told me, but they never visited him because his mom had remarried and the stepfather hated him. He was miserable of course, and there was absolutely no meaning to his life. Since this was years ago, I’m assuming he died. His life came and went like it was nothing, not even the flicker of a candle. Tell me this life has meaning. Go ahead and lie to me about it.

There is no meaning to life. Stop obsessing with it because you are going to miss out on actually living it. I don’t come here to say this to save you wasted years. If life has no meaning, I don’t care whether or not you save yourself precious time pondering bullshit that doesn’t matter and never did. Waste your life away. Or don’t. In the end, it doesn’t matter anyway.

And if you don’t give a fuck, good for you. Good for you! You are understanding now that none of this means actual jack squat.

Good luck in all that you do. Ask that girl out. Get asked out by that boy you like. Adopt that dog you want to get. Read the books you want to read. Take the goddamn day off, fuck your bosses. Stop giving a shit about things you were never going to change anyway. We’re all fucked so might as well go down screaming out our hate, rage and impotence.

There is no inherent meaning to any of it.

Instead of learning how to be a decent, well-rounded human being, we’ve trained an entire generation to put on retarded appearances and act like savages behind the scenes. It goes as much for women as well as for men too. People are just a lot worse than they were 15 years ago because everything is too virtual and very little is actually real (in terms of things like relationships/social interactions, places to meet people, life events, etc). I used to really like people in general, but that changed. People are just too far gone, too mentally ill and too socially isolated to really escape the shitty future ahead, which was entirely avoidable had we just not let the Internet and technology infect every aspect of out lives.

In general I believe the advent and popularity of social media is to blame for the current situation of the Western society. Everywhere I go, no matter where I am, everyone I see, there they are: on their smartphones. And what are they doing on their smartphones? Usually browsing social media. Or, if they are not, they have their headphones in, listening to some podcast, which is probably corrupting them in much the same way social media does. The average person lives on the internet. It has destroyed organic roles between sexes, faith in humanity, and faith in God: each person is their own God. Organic, human to human interaction is gone. I can’t remember the last time I had a casual conversation with a stranger, and they used to be much more common some time ago.

I want to give up being human. I don’t want to connect with others, nor do I want to isolate myself as someone who represses their desire to connect with others. I want to lose my connection to this race entirely. To all life, and the endless web of giving and taking and hurting which all living things are tangled in. I want to disappear into endless ice fields and barren rocks, in a place where life can barely exist. I want the desire within me, and the identity which birthed it, to weather away in freezing black wind under frigid stars, to neither desire, nor negate a desire. I want to be utterly alone. Alone beyond alone: I want the recognition of the self as without an other to cease, for the concept of alone to lose intelligibility, like markings on rock eroding out of meaning.

I want to fall through the cracks of society.

Humans are social creatures. People nowadays tell you to just “create meaning yourself” but that’s just past the point. What’s the point of playing a game no one plays? So you can tell yourself you are the winner simply because you are the only one playing? In an ethnically homogenous society it is exactly known who is the winner and who the loser, and everyone being more or less the same, one has to put the much more effort to become a winner.

But in the Western society, because ethnic diversity has become so extreme, people don’t even compete anymore, in fact, competition has been abolished because it would be “unfair”. So now the loser has been abolished.

At its peak, waking life is basically natural, unquestionable and doesn’t require a great degree of analysis or calculation to find meaning. It’s built in. The whole reason people cope with this idea that they can create meaning is because they’ve lost that feeling, that mode of life where things more or less flow naturally from thing to another. I think what’s a little ironic about Nietzscheans who believe they can create meaning as well is how unlike the ancients they are. The ancients seemed to more often feel themselves pulled by meaning, which already existed. Never on Earth have people created meaning, and I firmly believe they cannot. It’s a fool’s errand, and at best offers only temporary distractions and good feelings that eventually depart.

You’re free to think you’re completely bound to the entirely made up social structures you’re surrounded by and born into, but you’re going to lead a very pathetic, limited life operating on the assumption that there are things that you “should care about” because other people told you to. If you value what you’re told to value, more than you value yourself, thats certainly your prerogative, even if you think you aren’t making an intentional decision to do so.

I think the most repulsive thing about the modern mainstream Internet and its style of communication is this bizarre mix of faux-wholesomeness and absolutely vicious aggression combined into one package. Like the way people on Reddit communicate with those who they think “did a wrong-think” or who belong to some group who they deem as acceptable targets.

People have naive faith in a hierarchy, exchanging their independence for the vague promise of improved living standards. As the hierarchy became entrenched and fewer and fewer people could even imagine an alternative, their mandate to improve the quality of life has been progressively eased. Our contemporaries have been convinced that they should accept stagnation in exchange for yet more of their independence, which is, of course, the wrong decision.

We will live to see a complete backslide of human wellbeing and any groups who complain about it will be accused of somehow collaborating with “the enemy”, that being an existing country or a vaguely defined ideology.

I had a dream that I was like a skeleton, or mummified dehydrated corpse thingy, and I was walking across the land alone and I had this little bag of tools on my waist, mostly scalpels and stuff made from bone, that I would use cut dead bodies I found as I wandered. I had this understanding that tools were given to me a long long time ago by my mother, and they were the last thing I had that connected me to anything from my own past, and that made me feel really sad but I had been “alive” wandering around for so long I couldn’t remember anything else.

“Hurt people hurt people.”

Yes, but the popularity of this notion and the instance in a lot of modern media of reducing all anti-social behaviour as being motivated by trauma is more indicative of how pervasive therapy-speak has become, and how the Therapy itself has taken on a pseudo-religious function in the anglosphere west with the decline of Christianity among a population still susceptible to its forms, avenues of catharsis, and the sentiment of universality, even if greatly diluted and secularised. The sentiment that no soul is irredeemable, and the act of confession medicalised. Curious that this has happened in conjunction with people also openly declaring their political enemies, followers of certain social trends and values, “demons” or “possessed” in public discourse. A doubling down of the remaining non-secularised holdouts. You never had either form of language used in mainstream civil discussion 80 years ago when the kind of irreligiousness we see so commonly now was unthinkable to most.

I see an unwillingness to confront Evil as such, or conceive it as an metaphysical absolute, as an extension of the technocratic imperative of highly managerialised society to approach all things as engineering problems, an unwillingness to concede non-mutability as an unwillingness to accept limits of control.

Domestication will continue until all friction is eliminated.

Accomplishment is individual, stop clinging into groups or ideologies, otherwise you will be forever praising things someone else did.

You need humility and strength to take a deep dive into a black hole, knowing the risks, hoping for the best.

Life after post-capitalism has to exist in some form.

Our society is built on the lie, which we have to tell ourselves daily to be able to live, that it’s a mid-20th century liberal nation with the same prospects for social and economic reform that liberal nations had around that time. In actuality our societies have been totalitarian-managed zoos filled with unmanageable people since the ’60s. The last people who lived normal lives and had normal upbringings in states actually resembling the lie were the boomers, which is why everything is so stagnant, the boomers believe the lie easiest of all, so they are willing to keep everything in stasis.

Each successive generation after them has had to strain more and more under the pressure of lying to itself that it isn’t living in hell. We’re supposed to tell ourselves that dirty, trash-filled concrete jungles that increasingly resemble the third world, in which the small producing class is systematically tortured so that the non-producing classes can have an endless party with no consequences, right up to and including murdering members of the producing class, is the same as the 1950s. We’re supposed to think that modern theologies of social liberation are the same as they were for the hippies, when there was actually some merit in rebelling against stuffy alcoholic parents who suffered in silence and took their problems out on their families. We’re supposed to believe that the drug-addicted, obese, ugly, stupid consumer of today is “fundamentally the same” as his 1950s and 1850s predecessor, just contingently and externally different.

We all narcotise ourselves to accept the lie every day in our own ways. Millennials become shrill freaks in constant cognitive dissonance, even turning this into their primary hobby and their religion. Zoomers retreat into themselves, and become “the beautiful ones” from the Calhoun rat experiments.

All is good.

Globalism preaches moral relativism and moral facts at the same time depending on when it’s convenient. When you want your thing they tell you morality is subjective, personal, relative, and can’t be forced onto others. But when they want their things they’re suddenly non-negotiable moral facts. If you ask any questions you’re a Nazi and a literal reincarnation of Hitler.

It’s pretty obvious that the US takes an “active interest” in shaping culture in this way. And it’s strange that literally all pop music is either feckless rebellion, which nobody grows out of because there’s nothing else to grow into, or songs about kissing and fucking like the deliberately meaningless proletariat-fed songs in 1984. You don’t need a complex conspiracy theory to wonder whether some of this might have been promoted, boosted, shaped, etc., by selective funding and selective soft repression of anything disagreeable. Probably the establishment was very happy to find that all the Frank Zappas of the world wanted to rebel against DAD, not against the state.

Then it became a symbiotic relationship.

“Chasing meaning” is the most stupid thing ever. The world is replete with meaning, there is more meaning in a single blade of grass than we can reasonably comprehend. You could have your full of meaning if you only wanted to, but meaning isn’t really what you’re after. You want to feel special.

I desperately want to believe that we’re in our Late Republic era but I actually worry a lot that we’re just playing our role in some more biblical than historical way, that we’re a bit more Sodom and Gomorrah than Rome or Athens, and that our ultimate destiny is to be nothing more than a historical example of what happens to those who transgress God in pursuit of worldly power, basically that we are Dr. Faustus and that the East is meant to inherit our lesson.

We’re here,
Alive,
Because of that big ball of light
high up in the sky.

No, and that’s the sad reality. Most people live their lives in flux, largely concentrating on indirectly perpetuating benign material values and frivolities. Only a select few who are completely out of the limelight understand this notion.

The only thing keeping me afloat is an autodidactic necessity to create my own entertainment. Fundamentally, all contemporary and popular expressions of creativity lack the character they once had. It’s not hard to imagine that a curse has veiled this world.

People used to cherish art more. You used to have to pay money for CDs, and you would play the fuck out of that CD to get value out of it. Now you get millions of songs instantly for free and value it less.

Art isn’t necessarily dead but modern art is heavily oversaturated and over-consumed, and the people more vapid and uncultured.

Mankind is addicted to that which kills it. You better get over it and break a leg champ. There’s money to be made out there.

Owning a typewriter means appreciating a thing that is more durable than you are. You are just its caretaker for a few years, or decades if you’re lucky.

Millennials live in a constant fear of being unable to amount to anything other than a speed bump on the historical timeline.

The Culture War sucks the life out of everything, the whole point of creativity is to escape from it all, to lose yourself in another world, but all we get is glorified manifest-posting about how the author hates the world or whatever. It’s all just so bland, sterile nowadays. Even the so called “counterculture” is just as whiny and lame as the mainstream. Just write a story with consistent, compelling characters and save the hangups for your therapist.

There’s nothing more life-affirming than getting punched in the face and laughing it off.

Many people remind me of parts of a ship shot full of holes floating aimlessly here and there on the surface of the water, too damaged and fragmentary to do anything or serve any function, but too large and solid to be broken down by nature so that they may return to the cycle of life at last.

You don’t belong in a world that sees you as useless.

If the Christian God finally abdicates, the reason will be that his myth no longer corresponds with recent developments in the Western social system. A great mistake of the Church has been to freeze its myths beyond the point where they can be unfrozen.

The sense of solitude and quiet on winter days far from civilisation, is unmatched.

Nostalgia is the best way to keep Generation X sedated.

I live in dreams. As days become more bland and blurred, my dreams grew more wild and distinct. I can recall dreams from a year ago, but few real days stand out.

Even one man alive is a homage to the rest.

So many of the old things that brought me joy feel dull and tasteless now. I think I’m just growing older and the novelty has worn off. Or, in other words, the intensity of youth is waning. I don’t know how to replace it.

Maybe most of our mistakes weren’t mistakes at all. Maybe they were decisions made free of fear and over-thinking. Maybe changing careers was the big mistake. We’re slaves with chains of gold, tied to this computer, working our asses off to make someone else rich by building something we don’t care about, working with people we loathe.

Maybe we got a high-paying job, but we stopped working in nature, and we definitely stopped working with animals. What’s so good about seeing the sea from the window when we stare at a computer screen for 8 hours a day?

Maybe we never wanted to “make it”.

Capitalism is proof that man has no soul or piece of divinity in him, if he had this entire system would have collapsed a century ago.

Violence is the root of all authority, all laws, all rules, etc. Violence is, in fact, the root of all existence. How could you even exist without gnashing plants and animals between your teeth and dissolving them in stomach acid so you can take their nutrients? How do herbivores exist without ripping plants out of the soil? How do plants exist without getting nutrients out of the soil? The Sun is the ultimate fuel source for life on Earth and it’s 99% of the solar system’s mass, but it’s also a giant ball of plasma that would destroy any planet that came near it.

But all of this comes at a cost. Every action has a reaction. You burn energy to consume energy. You feel recoil when you fire a gun. You may break your hand when throwing a knockout punch.

One of the most important uses of violence, then, is to minimise your future need to employ violence. That’s the legal system. It’s those with power using their power to create a system where they don’t have to constantly fend off attackers.

Adam Smith speculated that it used to be impossible to hoard wealth because your neighbours would eventually get so mad at the inequality that they’d raid you and redistribute some or all of it themselves. He goes on to guess that the first police were likely the strongest men from poorer clans being bribed by the rich to protect them. By using some of their wealth to recruit the strongest men from other clans, they deprived their competition of their strongest men and bought protection for the rest of their hoard.

It’s not hard to imagine this snowballing into the systems we’ve seen since then, in which the rich use their snowballing wealth to undermine all competition and oppress the working class.

In all eras, it’s in the rich’s best interest to minimise violence, though. Lest their personal police turn on them, get worn down, or get overwhelmed.

And no, being fat is not healthy, it’s just a part of the re-evaluation of concepts in modern Western society, where truth becomes misinformation or disinformation, children become adults, good becomes evil, and men become women.

Fitness health is mathematically solved by now, maybe we’re just animals incapable of following directions (eat less (calories) move more).

I think America and its ideology, as well as the French Revolution, were wrong, but necessary for the world-historical dialectic to move to a new stage. It should be possible for people to live with dignity under a monarchy, with an understanding of the world and their place within it that neither produces dysfunction nor crushes them into enslavement or near-enslavement, but for so much of history it was not. There likely were peasants who lived extremely happy lives, for whom the system really did work out, but they were few and far in between.

The unfolding of history and the growth of technology have provided the impetus for the negation of the monarchic and feudal systems, but my hypothesis is that a negation of this negation could possibly produce a system in which man’s dignity is neither eroded by blind Capital or deranged Techne, nor is it eroded by the demands of tyrants and aristocrats who have forgotten their duties to their lands. Possibly, because the potential for deranged techno-economic antihuman forces to destroy mankind is greater.

Or maybe we should just let mankind be destroyed, because it doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things.

Much less existential horror because you weren’t connected to a 24/7 news cycle. Smaller friend groups, because it was just real friends, not a page with everyone you have ever met. More niche hobbies could flourish as they didn’t have to cater to and allow anyone and everyone. Movies and games weren’t really “properties” like they are now. They were made by smaller teams and had more charm and heart than they do now.

It was a better time when we were ignorant and blissful enough by our own hubris, that Limp Bizkit were allowed to flourish.

I spent my childhood with no phones or internet, it was a more innocent time. The 80s and 90s also felt like they had a lot of optimism for the future which is gone now. You also only had several TV channels, and the big games were stuff like Sonic then. You couldn’t really spend all day playing it in the same way you do modern games. So you’d be bored more often and find stuff to do, discover new hobbies and stuff.

I remember having more… awareness of things? Like I had a ton of numbers memorised but could also guess where they were at a given time based on their habits. Even as people into nerdy stuff we would still congregate at public places like malls because staying home was boring. You’d also have to coordinate for rides, movies etc, so you’d all agree to meet a fountain at a certain time. Everyone having a smartphone these days hasn’t really helped herd people more efficiently and sometimes I think it’s the opposite.

There’s no words that could fully describe what it was like, for me anyway. Every single day, week, had some unique feeling. There were just certain smells and all that encompasses a feeling that I haven’t known since. Nothing was perfect by any means. I didn’t have the reins back then, and I enjoy that now, but being a teenager, I guess that was it, being young, made everything memorable. My family might have been poor, but I loved life and life loved me back.

It was also a lot easier to find friends and relationships too, because everything happened in real life and not on an app. I don’t really like the modern world much to be honest. We have far more distractions yeah, but everything else seems worse.

I think we’re part of a cursed timeline. Like this is a purgatory and if we conduct ourselves well maybe we’ll wake up in the correct timeline where we all have kids and houses, WTC is still standing, the Middle East is not destroyed and Aaliyah is still making hits.

I’m already tired of it all. Annie, are you okay?

Goodnight America, wherever you are.

Once the mind is clear of propaganda, it is possible to see the world for what it is for the first time. A world in stagnation, on the brink of total collapse.

It is at this point that I have no other option than to proclaim the death of the future. He died perhaps ten years ago, in reality, but only now we find ourselves at its funeral.

Robotics is uninspiring, Cybernetics is passé, Biotech has stagnated, Space Exploration is basically a burning memory at this point, and anything to do with Web 3.0 or AI might as well be magic to most people. The future has been replaced by yesterday’s future, Zeerust.

The futurists dreamed of revitalisation through technology, but it seems technology itself has grown old and weary.

But the alternative to the re-warmed future is evener worse: pillaging the past and wearing the tattered garments of skeletons. It’s grim.

Stoicism is a philosophy that can be summed up by that old proverb “O God, give us the serenity to accept what cannot be changed, the courage to change what can be changed, and the wisdom to know the one from the other”. It’s not about total passivity and inaction, it’s about a tranquil mode of existing where you get neither high nor low on emotion.

There is still pain if something bad happens. If you lose your loved one, child or mother it will still hurt to a stoic, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t keep in mind that the Universe does not care about you and that all suffering derives from your mind. It stops into dwelling about the possibilities of life if something happens or never came to be. Stoics must be mindful and live in the present, pain is unconditional to our existence but suffering is optional.

Abrahamism

You are special, You will be rewarded for your abstract belief in the Abrahamic God, and those whom You hate will face eternal punishment = psychopath school of thought.

Buddhism

Accept the wheel of life and the fact that all evil comes from your desires, so distance yourself from everything and meditate until you break the cycle = encourages passivity.

Nihilism

Nothing matters, so might as well do anything = passive-depressive school of thought.

Cynicism

Haha, the cruel human condition and the infinite indifference of the universe, haha I’m only here to laugh = passive-aggressive school of thought.

Stoicism

Accept that the world is a flawed place, accept that you are also flawed and your time is limited, and work yourself to be a better man first, then try to be a better man for those around you = beneficial school of thought.

Scientism

I love science!!!! And don’t you dare question the Scientists.

People keep talking about why young men are dropping out of school and I ask why some aren’t yet, and point out that even churches and the army are a front for a jobs program for diversity and inclusion. But even if that wasn’t the case, why endeavour to do anything? The civilisation has pretty much lost the plot. Even if we could somehow rewind to the sentiment of 30 years ago, that’s basically a civilisation which offers financial success as its only true endeavour in life.

So if that doesn’t motivate you, or worse, is largely impossible, as it is today, why do anything? Everything is dead, fake, pointless, or just kind of miserable. So it’s not really a mystery to me why these people are dropping out. We replaced organic life with a social contract life and then violated the terms of the contract.

Everything fades. No memories are bound to be kept forever. Society made us believe in a hedonistic dream, and it sucks. This will never be an universal truth.

Here’s the thing.

We are on the side of the big bullies with the big guns who go terrorise powerless people.

Can you image being some goat herder living in the mountains and suddenly you are called to hop onto your tiny little motorcycle, grab a wonky ass rifle and go take pot shots at these alien looking people with guided missiles?

There are lots of heroes, they are just not our our side.

Sometimes the only meaning in the story is that the author wanted to write that story.

Sometimes the only meaning is that the author needed to make rent.

Not everything has to be political. Sometimes a story is just a story.

Too many people online are calling themselves “autistic” when they’re actually just really stupid and don’t think about other people’s point of view. Computers never revolutionised society, we’re all still a bunch of pagans.

The future of humanity? AI-generated code, movies, literature, video games, art. Individually tailored, personalised “companions” and chatbots and pornography, reducing the need for interaction with other human beings. All the art anyone could want but with no value or meaning whatsoever. Like a house designed by an inhuman intelligence, with lots of space and air and light, but exaggerated, to the point that a real occupant would die of thirst as he tried walking from his bedroom to the kitchen for a drink.

Modern Western society feels like being in a room on a sinking ship that is filling with water by the minute and people are all either screaming and futilely trying to break open the windows and the doors, or going “this is fine, in fact, things have never been better”.

What if it’s all a form of pareidolia? What if the meaning I believe I am understanding is just something I made up and projected onto what I saw? What if none of it was real? What if there are unknowable things going on behind the walls? What if the answers I’m trying to find are incomprehensible to human intellects? What if those answers are dangerous to attempt to grasp? What if you can think yourself out of the safe comfortable confines of human intellect and end up in some dark place where strange things leer from the heights? What if none of this is even happening? What if I look too hard and something looks back?

Truth is I was actually a scared romanticist, I believed that there was something worthwhile or “good” out there.

I don’t believe there is such a thing any more. It’s going to be a long 50 more years living life on autopilot before the end. Can’t wait.

Industrialised society has taken away humanoids’ base purposes. The elderly were once the highest valued members of families, being able to pass on knowledge on how to survive to their descendants.

Now they are utterly useless by most metrics, if they’re lucky they get to be part-time parents to grandchildren.

The world feels like the end of that show Lexx when the entire universe is dying.

The thing that irritates me the most about the mainstream consensus is that it is so desperate to present itself as the underdog from a position of power.

America is the ultimate overflowing cultural septic tank.

I stare at the wall only joined by the steady mechanical hum of the dehumidifier, whirring blind and oblivious to the world around it. Feels weird to have nobody to talk to. Nobody to share grievances, or to hear from, or to have idle chat. I’d scroll the Internet but even that’s lost its novelty after years of psychological damage from endless screens.

Nothing to do. Nothing to think. Nothing to say. Nothing to feel.

I’d rather be the dehumidifier than me. It doesn’t know its purpose. It doesn’t know anything. But it still goes on tirelessly and unceasingly until death instead of haphazardly pitching a fit every time it’s reminded of its own existence.

I’m tired of these people, of being trapped in the tangle of their lives.

I am completely disillusioned with everyone and everything. Not only individual humans, institutions or society. The entirety of humanity brings me nothing but immeasurable disappointment anytime I so much as lay my eyes on it. Everyday i’m forced to go about my daily affairs and so on, surrounded by complete and utter imbeciles - people whose entire existence is so devoid of any substance, so empty, so useless and so redundant that it is barely conceivable to me.

I simply cannot comprehend how completely lacking everyone around me is in terms of actual humanity. Nothing distinguishes anyone from anyone else. Everyone is completely interchangeable, completely excessive to everything around him. No one leaves so much as an impression on the other. All they care about is merely the satisfaction of their new commercial fixation in the most efficient and pleasurable way possible.

No one communicates - the closest to communication they get is the discussion on someone or something popular in mainstream culture. They talk of no history, no ideas, not even of themselves - only of the products which most excites them or the new thing going around. They are completely beyond the notions of objective and subjective, they are empty. Some even try to be funny to the point of being unable to comprehend when you tell them something serious. They become obsessed with comedy until they lose (if they even had what to lose in the first place) themselves. And they are never fucking funny. Comedy requires something outside itself in order to function, a logic, and these retards keep spouting the same self-referential stream of bullshit 24 hours a day without ever getting tired of it, of themselves.

There are two people inside every one of us. One desires the truth above all else and the other desires pleasure no matter the cost. One must die for the other to continue.

I fear a life in which the desirer of truth dies.

Isn’t it sad and hilarious that the slightest criticism has to be taken as a personal attack? How do people even evolve in society if they can’t handle the truth?

You’re going to die in your small town, like a Bruce Springsteen song.

Black bees in a glass jar with white spiders. They get along just fine until someone comes and shakes it. They start fighting, not understanding the real enemy is the one who shook the jar.

Society might not inherently evil, but the global culture currently destroying everything good absolutely is.

My idea of a good life is not contributing to my enslavement and the enslavement of other people by building, maintaining, programming, etc. this circus. Being as far away from people as possible. Expiring under a clear sky in the wilderness.

The problem is that argument, debate, is dead because people do not know and do not care about grounding their underlying moral or political values in anything. So as a result, for most people politics isn’t any question about what an ideal society would look like, but rather is like football teams playing. They want their team to win because they identify with it. The reason why they identify with it is beyond the scope of rational debate. Identification has surpassed argumentation.

Public dialogue has become increasingly simplified, memeified, to appeal to the lowest common denominator. For all the shit people my age like to give boomers if you watch public debates from their time, you will find far more sophisticated arguments being made. Go watch the Buckley-Vidal debates. Things get heated near the end but overall the debate is carried out with a level of rhetoric you would never see today.

Another reason for the decline in the quality of public discourse, in my opinion, is the triumph of entertainment above all else. American life has become reduced to cartoonish caricatures, spectacles designed to distract and entertain not to create well considered thought.

The Internet didn’t used to be curated at all. If you were there before, it was just people winging it, sometimes succeeding, sometimes just trying out stuff but usually they at least got the experience. Now revenue streams are scientifically calculated and manipulated so that the slop is administered most efficiently. Individuals are no match for corporations. Western life as a whole has become consolidated and mainstream, the Internet is just one of the many parts of that. That’s what’s stifling culture, not the fact grandma is sharing her stories on Instagram now.

In Western society, the lefties and the righties live in different realities, where the facts are completely wrong for each others. They cant agree on even simple facts like what a woman is, what freedom means, what matters in life, what the vision of future is, what they value, what they create, what they want to do in life, etc.

Hence, you have different bubbles. The Internet is fractured solely by censorship, particular from the power interest groups that control the flow of money who wish to dictate what the world should look like.

The entire world has been reduced to a pornography store adjacent to a McDonalds. You cannot escape that unless you go to a monastery, and monks don’t have the same literary tastes I do.

This is the era when the light of civilisation was extinguished in Europe. All art finally succumbed to the mechanical horrors of capitalism and the tastes of a rootless, empty capitalist class. Like the World’s Fair, it was a stucco facade of shiny baubles with nothing of substance beneath. The petty domestic dramas of Henry James capture the indulgent, decadent, self-conscious meaningless of it all. It was an era of boredom, the first real bored era, and only from that bored, sick, apathy could something like WWI erupt. They themselves were so disgusted by the cloying emptiness of their art that they had to turn to modernism just to wash the sugar of fairy pictures and orientalism out of their mouths.

What if the ancient Egyptians were right and our Ka’s will all be suffering in the afterlife because we didn’t preserve our bodies and earthly images?

How can it be that healthy people hope that less insane people will take the initiative?

Because healthy people were told by the insane that they are sick, and they believed it.

For years now, the Internet has been one circular human centipede of regurgitated content. A Möbius strip of shit being re-digested ad infinitum. Copies of copies. Simulacra preceding the hyperreal.

In life it’s important not to have the hubris of a coward and the moral fibre of a potato.

Creativity ends where profit begins.

Despite my intense efforts to do nothing, things happen anyway.

We’re brainwashed to think of money as just “stuff”, an inert substance, when it is the labor and lives of others.

Imagine if Tiktok was around during WW2.

“Just nuked Hiroshima, lol”

There is a darkness in the hearts of men. Not because they remember being loved, but because they only recall being hurt. And in the same vein, they inflict pain onto others because that is either all they know, or because they wish to exercise a kind of rebellion onto the idea of love and kindness itself. Ultimately however, they hate themselves, and wish only self-destruction at the hands of others; their cowardice forbids them to address themselves alone. That is the darkness that binds men and blinds them towards condemnation.

You were born a good and innocent creature and you have become a lowly thing. You have betrayed the true and the beautiful for nothing. With your own hands, you reached for the great existence you were capable of becoming, which you were born to grow to be, and murdered it, and you left its corpse by the side of the road for others to trample. At a point in time long past, there yet remained the possibility for you to turn back, but you - deliberately - chose to continue, knowing what you would become and what you would lose. Now you are nearly better off dead, both for your sake and for that of those you will harm in the future. To see one such as you, once ripe with the potential for true goodness, stooped so low is the saddest thing I can conceive of.

At what point does someone hit the point of no return in terms of moral corruption? When can someone still come back and when are they better off dead, for both their sake and the sake of those around them?

It seems like it’s the trend everywhere: people proselytise democracy one moment, and in the next are insisting on new repressive measures against those they perceive as a threat.

Democracy for me, not for thee.

The “will of the people” is getting awfully schizophrenic these days.

Corporations and their advertiser overlords, is the worst thing that happened to the Internet.

I’m honestly just coming to terms with the reality that almost everyone is an imbecile. I constantly doubt myself about whether my first instincts are correct about other people, but usually they turn out to be right. There is almost no one today who truly desires truth and virtue for their own sake, and this is a very sad reality. Our world is a fallen and imperfect one of course, but for it to be this void of real goodness is tragic indeed.

Humans being so touch-starved that they watch streamers playing games is a double tragedy:

Firstly, they replace real-life interactions with a parasocial relationship with someone who only acknowledges their existence for 10 seconds when a donate jingle plays. And secondly, watching someone playing games is a passive activity, brain literally won’t register as many things about story, let alone gameplay and its mechanics, as it could if he played the game himself.

I do feel the gravitational pull of living a shitty life. You only get a few chances to escape it, I think, and they’re all closed windows after a certain point.

The dead who are already dead, are more fortunate than the living who are still alive.

Capitalism is inherently chaotic, technological progress is just being rudely dumped on us without the public’s input or consent, nobody is at the steering wheel, and no matter how hard you try, your fate almost entirely comes down to chance and luck unless you are adjacent to power and have connections. Embrace this fact and you will feel a burden lift off your shoulders. Still you should try to do your best at something, and occupy your time in ways you find purposeful, but capital doesn’t care about your hopes and dreams. Do it for your own betterment because it’s better than doing nothing.

Focus on forging social relationships and building meaningful connections. That’s enduring human nature and that will ensure your basic needs. Focusing on your isolated individual careers is a perverse post-industrial invention.

The mood has changed drastically the past 5 years. I am not entirely sure what caused it but it’s like we’ve all collectively sleepwalked into a strange dream. People have become self-obsessed and weird because of the deranged media content they consume on a daily basis.

When my family and I visited my grandmother for Christmas few years ago, she, completely disconnected from the internet and contemporary culture, seemed like genuinely the only sane one of us.

When I watch old news clips from the 70s and 90s it shocks me how much healthier and happier people seem. Like people seem to have faith in this idea of “society” and the public, idea which is utterly gone today.

I guess I don’t have the historical perspective to know if this is a constant, but from my observation everyone today is broken. Everyone has been harmed or wronged in some very fundamental way. Everyone now had a chip on the shoulder. Was it always like that?

It’s always fascinating to see the optimism our ancestors had.

The amount of people who cannot look at anything that isn’t their phone is astonishing. If you looked at your watch that often before smartphones, you were going to be judged, but it’s become socially acceptable to be in a relationship and not look at your partner the whole time unless they send you pictures to your phone.

Everyone always talks about the world as if it’s on brink of apocalypse, as if the whole system is collapsing, as if the future is nothing but chaos. Anyone who obsesses over politics is utterly hysterical. But that’s not what I see. I go outside and the average person is a normal worker who does normal things. Our time is a time of entropy, boredom, stagnation. Despair is widespread. No one has a vision of the future that isn’t just a worse version of the present. Decline and misery is definite, but violence isn’t. The generations raised on the Internet are not going to fight any wars, and the few people that actually do fight wars outside the West won’t find much victory in the long-term.

This is the way the world ends. With a whimper.

We are a profoundly Aristotelian society: everything is either A or B, there is nothing in the middle.

The line between stupid people and animals becomes more and more blurred every day.

Virtue and privilege are often mistaken.

Our culture is one of self-invention. Matters of identity dominate the discourse of our time. And as a consequence of this, many people seem extremely interested in group identities and the labels we use to define and categorise them. Race, gender, political affiliation, sexuality, pronouns, etc. - all neatly sorted into the corresponding boxes.

Nostalgic for memories that aren’t mine.

Most people don’t have anything important to say. And Twitter, rather than “democratising” media by giving anyone a voice, just gives a platform for people to blurt out the first thing that pops into their mind. Since most people don’t have any unique or interesting thoughts, they just end up repeating what the crowd says.

Don’t worry kids, grade inflation has been going on so long, the people who could notice you’re not learning shit are dead.

What’s truly depressing is not that people live depressing lives, but that people choose to continue living that way.

We’re all just waiting to die.

I honesty think that most despair about the “Death of the West” and some sort of global catastrophe is really just anxiety over the fact that people are aware that the society we created is not sustainable. It operates mostly normally right now but once this generation of internet-obsessed sewer people obsessed with porn and mass media get put in charge? It’s almost impossible to imagine a future with these people. They don’t want to work, they’re poorly educated, they live in their computer screens more than the real world, they’re insincere and depraved, they constantly moralise and make political gains by manipulating people with a victimisation narrative, they’re profoundly mentally ill and often suicidal, and the list goes on.

Death isn’t what we think. Death is the permanent loss of potential. Giving up is dying. This is why I keep walking, although my steps are wobbly and nothing is certain in my life. Whenever something I have worked towards for years reaches completion, I know I’m alive.

Nietzsche was right about everything, hope is the worst of all evils.

People love the Internet even and especially when it ceases to love them back because it’s the distraction of distractions, and distractions are today’s substitute for hope as we’re all nihilists or positivists or whatever even if in denial. The Internet is so much worse than it was, and any satisfaction therein all but gone, but we’ll do anything to not look directly into the abyss before us, because the moment you make that eye contact you need to think about life in practical immediate terms, which is the last thing anyone wants to do.

There’s so many things I know I should do, and that I can do if only in some abstract technical sense. But I don’t do them. Instead I look at anything else. Isn’t this what’s meant by life denying? I’ve lived my entire so called life this way, it’s so hard in some inexplicable way to do anything, I never learned to learn, I want to want, and here at the end I realise there’s nowhere to begin. It’s not too late, but I want it to be, because with every passing moment what’s demanded of me, what should be done, it grows while my potential and strength shrink in proportion.

I’m so tired yet I’ve never done anything. I’d give anything to be 20 again to waste a few more moments in that buffer against reality called youth. Nothing would change likely, but I yearn for reprieve, and is that not why I’m writing this, to put a moment between me and starting …

What happened that made the majority of people prefer talking about things they hate instead of things they like?

I’m afraid of everything but death.

The meek are the lucky ones in a way, they still believe that it will all be alright in the end if they just keep doing the same shit humanity has been doing since dawn of time but this time with humility.

Your reward for a lifetime of doing anything is the same for the thieves and the saints: they all go to the same dirt to rot.

There are some things that you know to be true, and others that you know to be false; yet, despite this extensive knowledge that you have, there remain many things whose truth or falsity is not known to you. We say that you are uncertain about them. You are uncertain, to varying degrees, about everything in the future; much of the past is hidden from you; and there is a lot of the present about which you do not have full information. Uncertainty is everywhere and you cannot escape from it.

Christianity and Abrahamic religions in general are just a comforting lullaby made by their respective clergies to lull those who labor and breed into believing there is meaning and value in devoting your life to servitude to the idea of perfect governance.

In the past it’s been common for people to fall through the cracks. Only now it seems those cracks have become pits in to which we’re being bulldozed by the engines of our misery - as if they’re mass graves of the human race, a final resting place for our hopes and dreams and all the ambitions we shall never see come to fruition.

But then again, spirituality and intellectuality are the same thing, as Rene Guenon said. Spirituality can absolutely be philosophical, in fact, I find spirituality that runs on emotion to be of an inferior sort.

I cannot divorce my exercise of spirituality from my pursuit of philosophy. When I am spiritually vitalised, I am spurred to investigate philosophy further. When I am spiritually dead, I don’t care one but for philosophy. This troubles me because I want a pure spirituality, unpolluted by inferior products of the human mind, and unleavened by worldly influence. I want to divorce Athens from Jerusalem, but I cannot practically do it.

May this putrid society burn to ashes and rot in hell.

People still pay their taxes generally. People still send their kids to school. People still believe in the system. People still do their groceries. People still go and work their job.

But there’s no life to it. The skeleton of the civilisation is still around but there’s no organs to it. Culture, civilised life, gatherings, parties, everything is gone by now.

It can be compared to a chicken that got its head chopped off but still running around, creating the illusion that the chicken is still alive.

Journalists are an entire social class of corruption enablers, it is morally good that they be systematically eliminated.

Why is the Western elite so eager to wage forever wars against Muslims? Is it really just oil? Is it some other monetary incentive? Or are Westerners just useful idiots in someone’s millennia-long blood feuds? What is the incentive exactly?

Modern technology over the past decade has been developed specifically to waste as much of your time as possible and form addiction. Every institution has hooked into these processes as well, making school or work even more screen-burdensome. You are a product of a sad age. The best you can do is take preventative measures in those brief moments of motivational clarity. Set up systems to trick you into doing the right thing. Put a lock on your phone. Make it black and white. Put everything in sub folders. Unplug the PlayStation. Get website blockers. Put books all around your house near every chair. Put writing utensils on every surface. Unsubscribe to services. The point is to make that five seconds of slipping into screens harder and the five seconds of resistance to life easier.

It’s a total collapse of truth and common sense.

The biggest lie is that modern Westerners actually dislike what’s happening to their country and are seeking change, most of them either don’t care as their lives are one long McDonalds binge, or are so brainwashed that they would easily sell out their own countrymen for social points. There’s no culture left in Europe simply because it doesn’t serve the modern capitalist mindset and there’s no apparent practical use for it. For most people their country’s “culture” is go to school, then get a lifelong 9-5 job and try and not kill people while you get wasted on the weekends, that’s it, there’s nothing else.

The vast majority don’t see anything wrong with what is happening around them and the few who do feel somewhat uneasy about it are scared shitless of being outed as a racist, a misogynist, a homophobe, a right-winger, etc.

Things will just keep getting worse and worse, bit by bit, and people will learn to adjust to increasingly lower standards without a word of complaint. Just like they always did.

The way to failure was unsuspectedly long and full of false promises and hopes, good feelings, great highs, even bigger lows, but the following immediate improving created the illusion that things still aren’t as bad. At some point though, the falling airplane speeding at the same time had to brutally crash at some point, with no hopes of repair.

And now that your life is slowly getting back to order, after so many efforts, you’re about to epically fuck everything up again.

Racism will never go away because people will always judge others based on appearances. Trying to force equality by crushing one side and worshipping another just causes a push back. In essence it’s vanity. Blacks get uncomfortable with the worship, they feel like a coddled child in the hands of whites who want to make themselves look good.

There’s zero point discussing art or philosophy with people who don’t share your basic sensibility. Just a waste of energy on both sides.

It’s really telling that we live in a culture that resents beauty.

Somebody told me if I wanted a job I should go stack shelves in a supermarket.

I tried that once, I went into a Walmart and cleared off the shelves with a mop I found and then I started stacking them up again to impress the manager. Do you know what happened next? They called the police.

Trust me now, stacking shelves ain’t easy to get into.

Have you ever noticed how freely people in the past wrote in their diaries or letters in a kind of sombre, dramatic tone about their own lives. Whereas people now would find this tone embarrassing and overly serious. I wonder what caused this shift culturally.

I guess people can’t comprehend anything being completely private. Lots of things caused it, reducing the amount of alone (private) time in people’s lives, gradual revealing (and acceptance) of constant government surveillance and the associated mantra of “nothing to hide, nothing to fear”. Alongside that last point, this increasing cultural fear of any outsiders. It’s just the general stranglehold on humanity by the powers at be, tightening and forcing people to capitulate more and more into a generic human completely in line with current ideals until they eventually learn to never express anything daring even to themselves.

While most of the book is overrated, I love how in 1984 it is all about getting him to say 2 + 2 = 5, they don’t care if he believes it (yet), they just need to get him gradually more and more on board with submitting to the system, knowing this outward submission will inevitably make him more submissive even on his own thoughts.

I would say that we live in difficult times. I would say that a lot of us have had to cobble everything together the best that we can, without any guidance. Where others were able to rely on institutions, we stand or fall on our own. It’s a sad state, and if I knew you better, I could probably find a dire contradiction in you, and you in I.

I think a collapse is imminent. People sleep, deny it, say it ain’t gonna happen, but they already collapsed, living without a reason to live, working without a reason to work, relaxing without a reason to relax, everything around us became stale, and boring. 50 years ago people still had a life outside staring at the screens. We don’t stare at the screens because the screens are around, we stare at the screens because doing things like playing chess, going on a hike have become too demanding; and those who still do those things do them in plain solitude. Everything is falling asleep, but not in some ideal isolated village type of way, more like some sort of continual withering away.

I’m not addicted to pessimism, I’m just a realist. Singularity won’t happen. Technology hasn’t advanced since 2010. People don’t do shit anymore except pretending to do things, and stare at the screen all day.

The world is fated to become a globalised South Africa sooner or later.

Everyone is just using quick fixes to fill the holes inside themselves, friends.

Maybe there’s nothing. I’m just wandering down alleys and wet concrete tunnels and hoping I find a way out of it all. You know. You walk around aimlessly on purpose because you hope to run into the thing you want out of sheer random chance. There’s this image in my head, a person finding a door in between the endless highway overpasses and dumpsters and passageways marked “do not enter” or “authorised personnel only”, a door only he can open. Somewhere only he can go. It’s a nice picture. But all it does is get him to get lost in a rough part of town every night. I hope that door really exists. Otherwise one night I’ll find myself in unknown foggy back streets under flickering orange lights and lose the way back home and not find it again.

The thing about the USA = USSR comparisons is that, while accurate, they’re not very flattering to America, especially not long-term. The Soviet Union and its empire didn’t even last 100 years. America’s empire has basically lasted 80 years, in its current global form, and it’s already starting to creak.

Compared to centuries of imperium by the Romans or the Spanish or the British, it’s not looking good.

Maybe life would be more enjoyable if everyone was nomadic. But we gave up on that all those years ago because we wanted to be overpopulated and overcrowded, susceptible to disease, dumber by domesticating ourselves, and oppressed by the rule of a few who created states of slavery and taxes.

I think the resentment for the total incompetence of the people who call the shots for this civilisation and for this civilisation in general is mounting.

I don’t think the world is going to fall to pieces in the next years, I think it is going to be counterfeited. The process already began, but it will be more obvious. The idea of “society falling to pieces” contains the optimistic hope of a spring to follow winter. It is why most doomsayers and survivalists are just long-term optimists.

There is no spring coming, instead we will have an endless false-summer. We enter now an age of synthetic digital bloom, everything fake. Fake objects, fake subjects, fake relations and correspondences between fake objects and subjects mediated falsely. Digital samsara. The truth will be fake, and the lies will be worse. You will not know yourself, but you will be fake so its not a big deal anyway.

In these postmodern, hyperreal, 21st-century times in which we find ourselves, the lines between the real and virtual, the genuine and the artificial, the simulacrum and the simulated, and ultimately the true and the false themselves, have broken down. Read Simulations by Jean Baudrillard.

Is having a compelling life story just a consequence or fate? It seems like some people are born to do certain things with their lives and all of the details of their lives add up to one grand vision, while others are born with no particular purpose at all and are just going to be forgotten as soon as they die.

Truly, the best of life is that which you experience in childhood. Emotions are primitive. Thoughts are simple, straightforward and surface level. Life is thus, uncomplicated. A machine in its first epoch. I truly feel sorry for people who grew up in abusive homes, and to untrustworthy, unstable care-givers. You will never experience with the same well meaning naivety. The same fresh idealistic hope. It all owes to a juvenile nervous system, and a blissful lack of experience.

Leaving social media really helped me to see how vile it can be: it is a sea of misinformation and viral content, echo chambers that amplify mindsets and negativity, and algorithmic control of media. And of course there is the monetisation part: ads, influencers shilling products, and personal data being bought and sold like a commodity.

A PhD degree is a Ponzi scheme that feeds on the dreams of youth.

I feel like normal people rarely, if ever, read for pleasure or to acquire knowledge. The overwhelming majority of what they read is worthless pop history, pornographic romance novels, or literature that never really ventures past such profound takes as “bad people bad”, “rural white people are weird and icky”, or “superheroes!!!”. Even if I politically agreed with them I couldn’t fathom enjoying what they read because it’s all so shallow and one note.

Actual Eastern Europeans are mostly drowned in the media-political spectacle this war has been turned into, and the reality has left their side long ago. And I guess there’s nothing they can do about it anymore but sit and watch as a two year long tragedy is mangled and distorted into pig slop for terminally-online hyper-politicised Americans.

Keep a bird feeder by a window, ideally the kitchen, it’ll pass the time when you’re washing up.

I think boredom is a privilege, because I can afford to be bored. Shows that I am financially stable enough not to worry about the things people otherwise might worry about. Thousand years ago I wouldn’t be bored, definitely.

The pessimistic foot fetishist sees a woman putting her shoe back on.

The optimistic foot fetishist sees a woman just having taken her shoe off.

The shoe fetishist sees the shoe.

Embrace eccentricity. Magnify your strengths, weaknesses and passions, become a caricature of yourself.

When life gets too hard I close my eyes and pretend the world has fast-forwarded 100 years. Everyone I know is gone, and their memories of me are gone with them. I close my eyes again, and I find myself sitting on top of a mountain, a hundred thousand years from now. Everyone is dead. Here, I am the only human left alive. I look at the beach below and the waters are pristine and teeming with microscopic fluorescent life. Earth has recovered. I sigh as I remember how hard I was on myself when I was alive.

A sheep is told its whole life to fear the coyote only to be eaten by the shepherd.

Modern travel is an inauthentic experience that accounts for nothing except an opportunity for bourgeois fuckwits to humblebrag on Instagram about their trip to Bali or something.

Life is but a blink of the eye of consciousness, only the delusional suffer from main-character syndrome.

Being around an unintelligent human is hell.

A salary is the gamification of slavery.

Most people live their lives toiling away in prisons of their own design. They build a life for themselves and spend decades upkeeping a facade.

Pity the dreamers, for they know nothing of the stars.

I used to be perceived as a “very online” person, but now people see me as a sort of luddite. It’s not that my own relationship with technology has changed that dramatically, as everyone else is much more plugged-in than they were just a few years ago and I didn’t keep up. I am routinely stunned by how extremely online the average person I meet out and about is.

Capybaras are more noble than a vast majority of people.

Programming used to be about engineering cool software. Now it’s high-school drama where everyone talks about the best way to do things and nobody ever does anything.

What do you plan to do to make your life worth it?

The large majority of people could reduce their daily spoken sentences by 99% and output the same level of truly valuable information as they were prior.

I used to look at the Internet and go “this is humanity’s greatest achievement”. Now can barely look at it at all.

Most people suffer because they don’t realise what kind of game they’re playing. They were raised under the mistaken notion that life kinda falls into place. No, if you want anything in this life, you gotta fight tooth and nail for it. And if one method fails, you have to try another. And that’s all it comes down to.

Culturally-relevant is an oxymoron in 2023.

Is a dignified and noble life even possible in modern times?

Literature has been obsolete for decades, cinema is dying right now and theatres are on the brink of extinction. Popular music is a joke, television is oversaturated and mediocre. Video games are hardly artistic. Where exactly are we going to search for art in the future? Where are profound and important stories going to be told?
Sometimes it feels like the beginning of the end.

My biggest fears are:

• Having a tree fall on me while I sleep.
• Lightning.
• Bears.

Now picture a bear in a tree, lightning strikes the tree, the tree and bear fall on me.

Remember when you had a soul?

Pray for a world where children become wolves.

Why is Taylor Swift so popular when compared to other pop singers? Is it because her fans like to self insert as an unremarkable white girl who thinks herself deep, special, sensitive and misunderstood when in truth they’re just boring in the most average way possible and the reason they can’t maintain any kind of relationship for long is because their narcissism pushes people away? I also notice a tendency among her fans to victimise themselves in the most self-centred way while being unsympathetic to the struggles of others.

I miss old public TV shows … There was so much decency and stability ingrained in some of the things from last century. I miss the old world, the world I grew up in, before everyone lost their minds.

One day all this shit will make sense, but until then all we can do is keep plowing through it and overwhelming the evil of the world with more good.

This is the worst time to be an ordinary decent person in human history. Never before has a society so consistently favoured and boosted ugly people while crushing decent people, and the worst of all is that the decent people think this is just “life” or “the way it is”. It’s not. This is notably weird.

Rich get richer.
Poor get poorer.
All this while the establishment that enslaves us destroys the environment. Meanwhile the same establishment tells us its our fault the environment dies and not the big corporations. Those in power can only uphold the current state with hardcore propaganda and some look through it and others don’t. So its people against people, both hate society for the same reasons but come from a different argumentation.

There are people out there who are permanently glued to their phones. You might not remember the photos you liked, the memes you upvoted after a few weeks, in that split second you chose to give in, pay attention for that shot of dopamine. At the end of the day, that post wouldn’t have improved your life, and to be honest you probably don’t even remember it.

The ultimate truth is that it’s never going to get better.

Technology is a political meat cleaver.

A layer of moss and rust over the dreams of the past is a more dignified end than to have their dreams twisted to serve monsters.

How can users take control of their computing (needs) when they’re not in control of themselves?

Why are “world organisations” obviously funded by big corporations so obsessed with “dis-” and “mis-“information? And why do they use these words and not “truth”?

Do you ever feel insulted by how dumb Hollywood thinks you are?

Maybe it’s not the Internet that’s dying, it’s the society in general.

The commercialisation of the Internet and its consequences have been a disaster for the human race.

The most beautiful secrets of the universe, when shared with undeveloped souls, only gather their imperfection.

Onlyfans: The men live a fantasy, the women sell their souls (and bodies), and neither is the better for it.

In the land of the blind, the one eyed man is king.

Not only does capitalism put the sociopaths in control of the world, they hire the psychopaths to defend their property.

I wonder if the time we live in is actually a fleeting halfway point between two extremes - one in the past where a “man-made” material was something like carbon steel or wood stain and in which humanity lived with a healthy respect for the natural world, if not at the mercy of it, and the other extreme being a world where a healthy natural birth of any organism is a rarity, where the biosphere is so polluted that cell reproduction at any scale involves copying errors, and where human life is uncertain. I hope I’m wrong, but I simply don’t trust the natural inclination of medical and chemical corporations to cover up harmful effects of their products for the sake of profit.

I tend to feel not like we live literally at the end of the world, but at something that feels a lot like it. I think it’s just a particularly bad time to be alive in some respects. Same as we can look at ancient people and point out that many of them were short and malnourished but natural, after us they’ll be able to point out that we were tall and very nourished, but had hormonal and chemical problems, etc. if this epoch makes it into anything resembling history books at all. It never occurred to the Romans to go dig up Troy. It’s possible it never occurs to the people after us to dig us up. This world and the lives on it may just end up buried with us, and one day the world returns to normalcy while all of this just fades out into unremembered history.

People are bloodthirsty sheep, our leaders care only about profit, and the dawn of every day while still under a functioning global civilisation is a miracle with these people around.

Heraclitus once said that “No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and he’s not the same man.” I guess in our times, the internet is the said river.

Create a university in your mind and get your degree in philosophy there.

I believe one of the biggest cause of the decline of literature is the collapse and subsequent disappearance of writers’ communities. Online forums just cannot substitute for real living communities and for the first time in history, all artists not only need to work for a living but have no artist communities to access.

Writers who hang out and influence each others’ work, sometimes they even live together. They largely do not exist. Writers exist basically alone. They aren’t influenced by anyone let alone other living writers. That’s a huge detriment. They should exist in communities of thinkers or creators. Cormac McCarthy is noted for hanging out with scientists for example. But the typical aspiring writer today is basically alone, works a shitty job where he connects with no one, maybe even works remote and has no social contact, and writes alone off the clock. He might not even have any friends, let alone creative friends.

Life is just a game we play together. Nothing is more pathetic than a loser crying about being a loser.

In a sea of people looking for a meaning I’m fine without it.

In what state do you suppose the western society would’ve been in nowadays, had the internet not been invented or somehow not been commercialised? Supposing everything else that’s not strictly a by-product of commercialised internet usage stays the same.

What baffles me about entertainment technology is how atomised it is. People used to sit in packed cinemas to watch films, families used to gather around the radio and, later, the TV, to listen and watch. Friends used to meet up at the arcade and take turns playing games. Of course, all of these things still happen, but many more people own personal devices now and can cut themselves off entirely from other people, immerse themselves totally in individual entertainment. Consequently, we spend less time in public space and spend more time alone.

I don’t know if this is a bad thing or not. At the end of the day, it’s just entertainment.

Technological progress is inevitable, as if one civilisation does not progress it will be succeeded by one that does. For all the benefits technology does provide however, it curses us in a sense and makes us weaker as individuals. While a society which provides every resource necessary for its people’s survival means more leisure and greater ease-of-living, it inevitably ensures that those people become entirely dependent on it.

Technology has not yet brought about the horrors of this curse yet, although the beginnings have appeared - a rising rate of suicide and depression, the normalisation of hedonism, medication as a treatment for any mental issue (mental issues being in large part brought about by the technologically-advanced society) and mass disenfranchisement. The increasing political rift is a symptom of technology’s curse. People have no connection to their labour, they do not build anything, they work mindless jobs and fill the lack of meaning in their lives with popular culture.

However as the void within them becomes greater and greater they feel a need to lash out - they increasingly identify with movements that give them the sense of purpose they desperately seek, as can be seen in the expansion of both left and right-wing radical groups. In future, people will only increase their dependence on technology. The last barrier, transhumanism will be our downfall. Technology will advance to the point where we will lose what makes us human. We will have a “utopia”, but this is such a worthless thing to aim for. We decide the existence of a utopia based on how happy people are, but overstimulation and perpetual joy are not the paradise people think they are. We’re heading for a Brave New World-esque society, and it is inevitable.

I despise how academics think they can reconstruct the exact personality, mindset, and worldview of people they’re so far removed from.

I call this digital entropy, instead of more diversity forming, you automatically get less diversity over time.

We create ecosystems of control, reduced environment where we isolate ourselves. We just want to be alone in the whole world, to feel that our surrounding only exists for us. That is the slow death wish to return to the mother’s womb. Experiencing this trauma of birth is what it means to be human and we’re just applying its logic on eon’s length, on the scale of ages. It’s like an archetype, a symbol, or, if you consider it alive (you are after all and it is within you), a spirit or a god. It rules our lives.

One of the key features of life in the 2020s is the inability to feel like anything is worthwhile. If you want to do anything, someone will tell you why it’s retarded. The only thing people are recommended to do is become programmers and engineers and get rich from that.

Everyone should engage in both personal journaling (the sacred art of exploring your ongoing life story with yourself) and dedicated daydreaming: closing one’s eyes and letting the thoughts and imagination flow freely from topic to topic and exploring tangents without any “goal” except to explore, experience, and reflect.

Do you not realise that there’s ecstasy to be found in subjecting yourself to the tireless onslaughts of information overload that characterise our postmodern existence? We find ourselves in the middle of a paradigm shift, so naturally there are vestiges of modernism in your outlook on life, but they’re something you ought to work on eliminating. There’s positively no point in clinging to old, decrepit, decayed ideas that are of absolutely no use in postmodernity.

Embrace the fact that reality is disappearing and that your attempts to hold onto it and engage in the same ways of living as people before our time did, are ultimately futile. The best chance you have is to live in accordance with the times. From a modernist standpoint, of course the prospect of postmodernity is very black but the fact of the matter is that there’s no reason to be troubled or upset by this changing of the guard. Systems change, they get replaced, they transform themselves.

Your attempts to hold onto old values and modes of being is nothing more than trying to use a cup to collect water that has evaporated. What you’re trying to grab no longer has the form it once had and the implements that were suited for the old form are completely useless for the form that it has taken.

I always get the latest news from graffiti in gas station bathrooms.

Maybe people shouldn’t live rootless, urbanised, atomised lives that revolve entirely around their careers or personal pleasures? Maybe we need a place to call home, where our ancestors lived and where we grew up, and you need to have traditions passed down to you that tie you to that home. One of the greatest evils of the modern first world is creating an environment and culture where you have to break away from your home and your traditions in order to succeed.

A lot of factors are behind this whole thing, like the industrial revolution changing the structure of society or philosophical currents changing the common man’s understanding of his place in the world.

I truly hope there is a solution to this, but the outlook is pretty grim right now. The future seems to be a disgusting soup of AI-generated human-interaction bots endlessly tailoring content that segregates people into asocial, genderless, uncaring, totally atomised bubbles.

The world is getting smaller and changing faster. It’s hard to have any sort of roots in a place that is constantly changing in terms of population and landscape.

The dream was over before it was ever a dream.

There’s nothing at the end of time.

You just get to sit in an air-conditioned pod in front of a screen pressing buttons and have everything delivered to your door for 80 years and then die from a tumour in your colon or lungs.

This is the peak of human existence.

Most people don’t even have careers anymore, they have meaningless jobs that serve bureaucracy.

All this talk about the left and the right, but we have forgotten about the up and the down.

Historians are like pimps who prostitute the past to the highest bidder.

Sometimes I feel like I have lived for a million years. Nothing impresses me. The world has lost that variegated effect by which its infinitely shifting angles catch the light in striking new ways as it revolves. Without anything to impress me there’s nothing to excite me, no reason for me to either accept or reject the proposition of life. All that remains is a sort of mild annoyance, a pitiful resentment of life that lacks even the violence or strength to boil over into despair or anger. And so I drift through my days, alienated from past, present and future, without even the power to contest, rival, or desire anything.

If you put a drop of blood in a sea of piss, it’s still a sea of piss.

I miss being bored. In my lifetime we went from too little to too much. Too much information. Too much data. Too many songs.

Do one thing at a time, multitasking is counter-productive.

Being good means having the courage to speak the truth even when it’s uncomfortable or painful. It means standing up for what is right, regardless of the political, financial or social consequences. It’s about refusing to enable destructive behaviours or enable mental illness, even if it may seem easier or more palatable at that moment.

I remember seeing a woman whispering to herself at a bus stop when I was a kid. At that time, I thought “Crazy woman, crazy city”. But I’m having full conversations with myself now.

I am haunted by the failures of my own novels I aborted in my youth.

What does it matter if we have medicine to cure a bunch of diseases if people can’t afford them, what does it matter if we pump out excess food that would make the biggest glutton blush if people can only afford mac and cheese, what does it matter if we have build architectural marvels that touch the skies if our people live under a bridge?

The moment you stop fearing death is the moment you lose your religion.

The real tragedy of modernity ushered in by the liberal enlightenment is that we replaced priests, monks, prophets, warriors, poets, and artists with lawyers, scientists, and engineers. And we wonder why everything is so sterile and miserable.

When I was younger I would’ve never imagined reading about how society collapses that it would be possible to live in a society that’s undergoing the exact same process with the exact same symptoms and yet for everyone to turn a collective blind eye and live in self-delusion about how things are actually better now than ever.

No matter under what flavour of a system we are, the rulers are going to be corrupted by power, the elite are going to be greedy opportunists vying for power and control, the people will be oblivious and borderline retarded and anyone stupid enough to try to change anything will be crucified by the same people he is trying to save, either before he can even make any change or after the old powers have been overthrown.

You can change the system, you can change the rulers but you can’t change people, any system with humans in it will eventually become a corrupt hellhole with nepotism and cronyism running rampant until another group who has their heads together overthrows them and the cycle begins anew.

You know, there is a paradox in the situation of these people who live in their mothers’ basements and eat fast food, watch cartoons and smoke pot at age 35. On one hand, they seem to enjoy a kind of infantile hedonism, indulging in their pleasures without any responsibility or guilt. On the other hand, they are also the perfect consumers of late capitalism, obediently following the dictates of the market and the ideology of choice. They are at the same time primitive yet ultramodern.

Every day you lose more rights and freedoms as the neo-aristocrats seize more power for themselves.

You hate how corporate the internet has become, you watched something nice be completely irreparably demolished by the flaws of capitalism, and you had a front row seat.

Our understanding of history is a mass hallucination that we share with others.

I don’t take advice from people who look like ventriloquist puppets.

Most of the people you meet are empty shells of desire. Most of the words you hear and utter are vacuous nothings. The look in their eyes is the gaping of a mouth preparing to consume you.

One of the most depressing things for me over the last few years is realising just how far gone many, maybe even most, people are.

People are so bored and burnt out, at the same time they invent fantasy issues to substitute for the fact that their day-to-day life is a bland dystopia.

Political ideologies are an on/off thing, not a spectrum. People who believe otherwise are either people who do not take the core logic and premises of their ideologies to their logical conclusions (usually because they simply didn’t think about it that terribly hard), or otherwise people who are afraid that the ideology on whose back they reached their comfortable destination will be the same ideology that robs them of what they got out of it.

They liked and supported liberalism when it provided advantage after advantage to them, but have since started to become increasingly reactionary after they started to feel the ground slipping from under them. I guess the relationship between christianity and the “metaphysical left” are quite similar, the catholic church liked acting metaphysically left when it helped them against the old pagan elite of the late empire, but they have also become the pillar of reaction against modern libs who in turn put them in the same position as they once put the pagans.

I guess one could also conclude from all this that political ideologies are like clothes one wears, wearing a different one to different occasions, depending on whatever is most advantageous and appropriate at a particular moment. But that would mean admitting that political ideologies are mere masks for underlying tribalistic group concerns, which is a conclusion I don’t think the overwhelming majority of people are ready to swallow.

The left has gone insane, but their façade was well known by the real left for a long time.

I don’t think you should increase women’s representation in the workplace by hiring thousands of men dressed as women.

“We don’t allow political discussions.” Translation: “We don’t allow people who don’t agree with our politics.”

I lost all my faith in humanity.

Entertainment is a double edged sword, it makes your life much more enjoyable but indulge too much and it wastes your limited time and ruins your life. There is nothing I dislike more than people who live just in their heads and refuse to do anything physical at all. We are both of the physical and abstract world, its okay to favour a side but to completely deny it is a castration of what it is to be human.

The latest surge in retro-computing is about more than nostalgia, it’s also a reaction to the truly sorry state of modern computing.

People are constantly cultivating a profile that they’d like to identify with, rather than simply being what they are.

2023: Tell your mother you love them.

Traditional publishing is dead, but those places might help get you into conventions and stuff to sell your book. Generally though regular old publishing houses are really poor at helping authors and really tend to open them up to scams like paying to join a club so you can vote on the Nebulas and get nothing else in return. Publishers don’t give you any help with insurance, taxes, and any other number of the side aspects of being a writer. Writers that work hard get ahead and most already in the traditional publishing world would self-publish if they could.

I personally think books are going to get more popular as people get bored of shitty video-games and movies. A book is literally like the most expensive and personal movie without any compromises or shortcomings that either of those first modifiers normally require. And self published digital books can be sold for like $4 and still come out good for the author so it’s a low investment for prospective customers.

If you like writing you should do it because you enjoy doing it, but also the goal of writing is to be read. It’s just imaginary without that. Remember that writing just for money sucks, if you really want to make money it’s about trying to find a market need, research it, it’s a lot of extra stuff.

Very few people get to be Stephen King, write piss and get paid for it.

I could help you
but I won’t.
Because I can’t.

The whole need for socialisation is nothing more than people trying to justify their empty lives by gathering around each other and hearing constant acceptance from others, as if that mattered.

Silicon Valley is full of sore winners (and losers).

Socialising is a weird disease, you can see how empty the lives of people addicted to it are.

I’m thinking about getting together with some friends to pay into a fund to house our websites after we die. That part shouldn’t be too hard (the funding, the dying part is quite simple), I just haven’t tried to set something like this up because it’s a pretty morbid thing to ask.

Our ghosts could live forever, if we help each other!

Remember when people used to surf the internet, instead of visiting the same four pages that all hate their users?

The internet used to be a place for free expression and creativity, but now it’s dominated by a few big companies that control what we see and hear. We’ve lost the sense of community that once existed online, and it’s been replaced by a culture of consumerism and conformity. But don’t worry, there are still places on the internet where you can find like-minded people and share your ideas. Keep searching and you’ll find them!

Do millennials dream of heterosexual romantic love?

I am very interested in human thoughts, just not the human that comes with it.

When we die, we become nutrients to other organisms, we are decomposed, mainly by bacteria if we are buried. These bacteria will be eaten by bigger bacteria, then moving up the food chain, from protozoans up to birds and reptiles and mammals of any kind.

But I’m gonna shoot my corpse into the sun. No fucker is gonna get my HARD EARNED molecules, that’s for sure.

Cultures should evolve and new cultures should form in modern environments. That doesn’t mean every ‘modern’ country has to build the same buildings, wear the same clothes and standardise their letter layouts the same way. Modernising doesn’t mean watching Marvel movies.

Internet is the greatest censorship machine ever created, replacing material with virtual. Before you could censor books and newspapers but the rulers of the past couldn’t even imagine being able to censor the stuff you see with your own eyes by covering it with various screens.

With the wind in my hair,
And the rain on my face,
I’ll harden my heart,
And quicken my pace.

Our folly is that we confuse knowledge with information. The efficiencies of software compel us to flatten the human dimension into a friction-less relay for information surfaces. Thought is the enemy in this system. It is slow, inefficient, irregular—it can’t be automated. Chatbots exist to eliminate slow thought, as thought stands in the way of capital at the speed of light. Weightless, mass-less, information capital, mined out of thin air. Those of us left standing after it has mutilated the economy will be reduced to midwives birthing a thoughtless world.

I simply do not care anymore. Call it indifference, call it lethargy, call it demoralisation, I don’t care. I simply do not care and there is nothing anyone can say or do to make me care.

I don’t want to be caught up in society and the world, I want to be closer to God and his unspoiled creation, because the latter provides what the former only promises.

If you’re just an average person, there may be a lot of things worth doing in your life, but if you look at it from the outside perspective, it might look dull and mundane. The value of your life doesn’t depend on if it entertains a hypothetical observer, it should entertain yourself living it. Besides, a lot of people who do end up epic characters of some sort with ‘a lot to show for themselves’, like Hemingway or Einstein, end up buying into their own LARP and ultimately become a miserable person trapped in a character. It’s like sacrificing your well-being to your ego. And ultimately all of it turns to dust and even the greatest figures in history are barely remembered.

Better to live for living than for the story of your life. That said, it’s never too late to start making interesting choices and crafting a wild adventure for yourself. That, in itself, can be a very worthwhile way to live. I just think you shouldn’t get too hung up on it in terms of a narrative or legacy.

The apple does fall far from the tree if you’re an ant.

I have a beating heart, a healthy body and a mind capable of dreaming. This is all I need. No greater comfort will ever exist.

It’s a good time to learn to garden, I guess. The internet was fun for a couple decades, but soon it’ll be cable TV-grade through and through.

Search engine crawlers no longer function as they once have, they have been neutered to push you towards sites that fill the narrative. Most web pages are now lost or difficult to find if you don’t know the link. Internet etiquette has degraded. Corporations have decided they must have control over every aspect of the Internet. The amount of sites the average person visits has dropped dramatically due to growth of big tech websites, competition is non-existent or irrelevant causing stagnation. Good luck getting anyone to use your new site without controversy of a major player on the field to make people switch.

You feel like you are talking to bots? That’s because most people are literally walking bots and their iPhone has granted them access to the net without broadband or a desktop; unleashed to discourse their undesired opinions and thoughts.

Our ‘purpose’ is not to work 40 hours a week so someone else can live a better life.

The American ruling class has been utterly divorced from the consequences of their reckless interventions, and because the strength of their MSM propaganda is so powerful, I believe they have collectively ’lost the plot’, so to speak, and have begun to like the smell of their own bullshit, that is to say, they are completely taken in by the astroturfed rhetoric that is meant to manufacture consent among the public at large, i.e. the proles, and the petite bourgeoisie. Because they actually believe their own ridiculous lies about ‘human rights’ and intervening to ‘protect freedom and democracy’, they keep implementing failed strategies that were only ever meant to be used for expedience, and when relevant. They will keep trying to fuck around with Russia, China, Iran, DPRK, Venezuela, and so on until they are utterly and completely dismantled. Soon the only people left on the world stage who believe the Americans will be the Americans themselves.

I have somehow accidentally become a morally good person.

Failure might be better than success. You learn much more from it and become a better person.

You probably know Friedrich Nietzsche’s famous quote “When you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back at you.” I’d rather say: stare harder. Feel the coldness enter your bones. When you are one with it, force it to embody the meaning you carry. You’re not stuck here with the void, the void is stuck here with you.

I’m pretty sure Hillary Clinton has cute old lady hobbies when she’s not orchestrating war crimes in the Middle East.

Every now and again something will happen that’s so stupid it could only happen in real life because it it happened in a book people would say it were bad writing. I live for these stupid moments.

You live in a world where movies are deemed good or bad by the composition of the production staff. Statements are factual depending not only on who says it, but why they say it. Products are purchased because of how the raw materials were sourced.

You don’t eat strawberries, you drink Baskin Robbins strawberry ice cream-flavoured sugar-free pea-protein meal replacement powder. You order small jumbo popcorn chicken at the drive-thru. You’ve only seen Plato’s cave via VR headset … on a Twitch stream.

The wise man holds knowledge and doesn’t let it disturb his mind. The fool gets mad with information. Learn to separate both things.

I feel strangely drawn to that which is abandoned or forgotten. Books that very few people read nowadays, about topics that very few people care about, passion projects of people on the internet who never made it, niche, old games, dilapidated houses, small town city streets at 3AM. Their loneliness calls out to me. Not in a hipster way, but in the sense that they have a strange pull to them that is hard to explain.

Social media will destroy your ability to read and write longer than a twitter post. Brevity may be the soul of wit, but I feel that without the alternative it’s just a husk.

Maybe the best part of life is having someone to hold onto while this godforsaken rock hurls though space.

Contemporary literature feels so dull and homogeneous to me. Practically no one has a unique feel to their writings, unique ideas to express, or unique ways to express themselves, everything blends together into one big bourgeois mountain of boredom, triteness, safety, inanity, and belated (post-)modernism.

Maybe you’re obsessed with beauty because you’re ugly.

Took me some time to realise it, but media really is the enemy of the people.

It’s all just white noise.

It’s okay if you cannot be free from the system in your lifetime, as long as you are doing the work for the generations to come. We will not be free from the system in our generation, but we can pave the way for those to come.

And as a phrase allegedly attributed to some Native Americans: “We do not inherit the Earth from our ancestors, we borrow it from our children.”

I will never find what I seek because what I seek is what sustains me, and sustenance never ends. All I know is my body. It’s not just a foundation. It is literally everything that I know. There’s no escaping this. I can sculpt a new world, but it will never satisfy me.

We’re in terminal stages of the biggest disease known to mankind: the internet.

Humans can only understand the world through analogy, this is why simulation theory exists, reality is just too big for people, so they need to shrink it down to a model they can understand. Nowadays it’s video games and computers, a few thousand years ago it was tapestries and thread-weavers.

I seem to place more value on my life than you place on yours.

The lowest common denominator and the path of least resistance mainstream the most carnal of human inclinations. The corruptibility of human nature is boundless.

Here it is again, that deep sense of peace. Ever feel like you’re watching yourself from above?

If you want to be a good writer, you’ll need to understand all kinds of people. That doesn’t mean you should be a people-pleaser by agreeing with everyone, but you should extend even your worst enemies the maximum amount of empathy you can muster.

Sometimes you just gotta play Crash Bandicoot 2 and not think about your financial status for a little while.

2023 will be the year of the mass balkanisation of brains.

The only reason people tend to think the Nazis were obsessed with demonology, occultist practices and all manner of all other stuff is that popular media has sold that. In the same way that they think that America won the war against them. When in fact it was the Eastern Front that broke the back of Germany at the cost of an insane amount of Russian soldiers.

We re-created Rome and have formed a global evil empire based on the rule of selfish greed. Now it is all collapsing as all evil empires do. Simple as.

Zoomers are cut out of time, they are the first generation without a shared past, without touchstones to ground them, binding them to a continuity. They are technologically encouraged to live in the present, which on its own has tremendous limitations for bearing the full psyche. And the future is a writhing mass of uncertainty and anxiety, with portents of doom and chaos being its only readable signs.

What they need is some universal, collective focusing event which snaps them out of the tech-induced hypnosis and allows them to find discover themselves unmediated by digital interlopings. Their problem is that their experience is too mediated, too indirect, and so they cannot connect with what’s real and true to themselves. Instead they are adapted to being coupled to a digital interface which is tampering with their minds. Something must happen to sever this mediated experience which interferes with the “naked brain” coming into its own authenticity.

The older you get, the worse you’ll think the youths are. They’ll actually be the same little gremlins as they are every generation, but you will be too blinded by your own frame of reference to see it.

The key to creating great art is conflict and tension.

Philosophy the Movie
Starring Winona Ryder as Philosophy, Johnny Depp as Immanuel Kant, Bret Michaels as David Hume, Matt Damon as all the platonic philosophers fused into the one person of Plato, and Arnold Schwarzenegger as Hegel.

Modern literature is over-commercialised and has very little of value left. We’re in the down-swing of creative endeavour and honestly, I’m okay with it. Our society doesn’t deserve great works of art, we have cheeseburgers and an extra lane on the road.

A bartender is the cheapest form of therapy.

Reading about medieval mystics and feeling jealous of the simplicity of their lives. Those motherfuckers never had to write a cover letter. Like you just go off and fight in a war and after settle down into a monastic order where you just drink beer all day. And then eventually die to dysentery.

One can only dream.

I am tired of the blind leading the blind.

Viagra a form of erection fraud.

You can drift a while,
Until you find yourself
And the path that brings you joy.

I’m starting to realise that I not hate myself and I never hated myself, what I hate is the world we live in, the people who leeched every bit of fun and joy out of it by way of greed, selfishness, stupidity, abuse and pigheadedness.

The other day I had a Litchi flavoured ice cream shake. The thing probably didn’t have a single drop of Litchi extract in it, maybe that makes it a false representation of a reality.

There’s room for creative expression in all forms of media. “Pop” media is inherently “uncreative” because it is designed to appeal to the masses for profit, so major media executives will not take risks with anything experimental because they might lose profit. But just because most people consume television and games instead of books it doesn’t mean that one medium is better than the other. Rather, they all have their own purpose.

When people try to prove a medium as being good or try to fit a work of art into a medium that it doesn’t fit in, it usually comes off as pretentious. Think of indie games for example, a lot of them are pretentious because they try to push a “deep narrative” in a medium that’s more about interactivity. That’s also why film adaption of novels struggle to be faithful to the original source material - stuff that works in novels doesn’t work in film.

If someone wants to start making films just because movies are more popular right now they need to either disregard the audience or make sure they respect the medium of film, otherwise everything they make will suck.

Give thanks to the Sin,
for without it Man would know not the extent of his own Joy.
The contrast of the valley accentuates the height of the hill.

Propaganda is the last-ditch effort to unite morality with interests. Fascism is the abandonment or transformation of morality to serve interests.

You need to stop blaming your parents for the way you turned out. Your parents probably did the best they could for you.

They wake up in the morning and look at their phone. They scroll through social media for a few hours and then get out of bed. They go to the kitchen and make themselves some breakfast, but they don’t really eat it. They just stare at it and then eventually throw it away. They sit down at their computer and start to work on some project or another, but they can’t focus. Their mind keeps wandering and they can’t seem to get anything done. They give up and start to watch TV, but they can’t concentrate on that either. They just keep scrolling through their phone or looking at pictures on the internet. They don’t really interact with other people, except for when they have to. They just go through the motions of life, but they don’t really feel alive.

Passion comes and goes like a storm,
for now calm and healing.
That’s fine.
But don’t go without for too long.

We’re all puppets, some of us just happen to see the strings.

Just go scroll through Twitter and consume some news, communicate with friends and complete strangers, learn something new, be moved, be annoyed, be outraged, agree with someone, vehemently disagree with another, feel superior, feel jealous, look at some memes and laugh your ass off, all in the span of less than an hour. It’s much better for your mind.

People you don’t recognise in dreams are placeholders for your emotions.

It’s better to reign in hell than serve in heaven.

The mainstream Internet is one giant reactive corpo-politico-media propaganda conditioning machine. What really brought this out was how people swapped out their BLM signs for Ukraine flags right on cue. In this way they walked bleeding heart liberals right into supporting the military industrial complex and becoming war-hawks without even realising it.

It’s hard to fathom how plugged in some people are, and how uncritically they absorb whatever is promoted within their social networks. The social need to signify in-group status is so overwhelming with so many people that this can easily be surreptitiously manipulated without them even noticing. Group psychology is manipulated at the mass scale. Facebook has researched social contagion and how sentiments propagate over networks, the level of social engineering that is possible is unimaginable.

Maybe life is eternal and so are the consequences for your actions.

Of course there is truth in the world, but it has nothing to do with the political spectrum. Politics has nothing to do with truth, it’s about winning. Whatever truths are involved in politics and its contrived spectrum, they are weaponised to be misleading, presented in bad faith or diluted into half truths all to undermine the enemy’s position and strengthen one’s own.

I think some people are just destined to die young. For their lives to be a tragedy.

It’s a shame how anti-intellectual society has become, but don’t let yourself believe you are really that much more intelligent than everyone else.

In the age of everyone trying to identify with a label or group, it is more important than ever to remember that the individual > the group.

The world isn’t run by spiritually uplifted individuals, it’s run by sadistic adrenaline junkies.

I pray every day for a zombie apocalypse so I can assume my rightful place in the world.

The majority of people are petty, immoral and stupid. And they’re worthless individually but have a terrible strength in numbers.

We’ve created a society where people prefer capitalism to life.

Today, I shook God’s hand. His palm was sweaty, because He is afraid of me.

Part of modern suffering stems from the subject’s inhibition towards the world; in modern societies those who are naturally inhibited are crushed by the construction of interpersonal relationships. It is interesting to think that even though the world is moving towards a forced and artificial inhibition promoted by the amount of time connected, still, yes, those with greater dis-inhibition manage to do well in social relationships. Anyway, they seem to win even though they have nothing to offer the world, they are whores of the word and of the moment.

In the year of our lord 2022 we have finally lowered their standards so much that we are only defending the word democracy and western values. There is nothing of substance in those concepts beside their cynical use in marshalling an army of liberals to support the next bombing and proxy war.

You know what else seeks infinite growth in a finite system? Cancer.

On social media, the only thing worse than being insulted is being outright ignored.

Have you ever felt the eyes of a older man burning into the back of your skull when you get on the bus, and when you press the ‘stop’ button after he fails for the fifth time to successfully press it or picked up something that rolled out of his shopping bag, he thanks you, starts chatting, and even though the doors are open is in no rush to exit the bus? As if this simple altruistic gesture has created a blood bond.

I try to be a poet but I’m no poet.
I try to be real but I’m not real.

The only choice that remains is whether to succumb to madness or to start a record collection.

This social media era of absence of thoughts might simply be a response to the previous years of overthinking and we will hopefully bounce back to a stance in between.

When we look back we see only ruined societies. All the great civilisations have failed, what makes us think we are any different from them? The most depressing thing is that those societies were the highest point of development and adaptation we have reached. Today we are trapped in a kind of macro-scale Skinner box, we are slaves to our own impulses.

People online always speaking anecdotes on life as if it were universal dogma, not realising the sheer range of human experience.

The greatest living writer died last week; they found him caught up in a bunch of machinery, hands all mangled like. Thailand. Never wrote a thing, hadn’t had the time. Wife put him in a jar next to the Buddha.

Software is getting slower faster than hardware is getting faster.

Planting a garden really puts you in touch with nature and the day itself in a way that few other things do. It’s very fulfilling.

Remember, nobody is your friend. We live in a pitiless system where everyone must fend for themselves and clawing at each-others throats over an ever shrinking slice of the pie. Fuck capitalism.

Never forget the three rules:

1. Be handsome.
2. Be attractive.
3. Don’t be unattractive.

There will come a day, maybe sooner rather than later, when I will ask a question about what the time is and the person answering will refrain from telling me how to build a watch.

What’s the point of advancing technology if the end result is our destruction, physical and spiritual?

I sometimes wish I was a social-careless, ignorant and potato-brained normie TikTok zoomer with broccoli haircut.

Social media just made it easier to spread and enforce mind viruses. Echo chambers made sure that the infected won’t have a chance to seek a cure.

We are witnessing the fall of the USA empire into fascism.

I have a feeling that all this “DIS AI BE SENTIENT U PLEB!!!” shit is not about anthropomorphising machines but about dehumanising us.

But then again, no amount of fact checking will stabilise society at this point. People’s interests just don’t align anymore. The carrot is gone.

The internet is a endless mirror you can stare into if you don’t think about it too long. Just like Narcissus.

The internet can be a community fostering tool, but you need to treat it as such. So start your own website, grow it, share it among friends, have some restraint and don’t consume anything that you can’t email the author about.

With the degradation of the net I am expecting “Internet veganism” to be the next thing, at least for me. Focus on connecting with communities that matter, your local community and try not to whore yourself to Google.

All the people who lost their job at pseudo tabloid websites are becoming fact checkers. It is just another way to control the flow of information, they only work the way the system wants them to work.

The funny thing is, on a long-enough timescale even sand is sentient.

Ironically, censorship has enabled a minority of absolutely insane people who should otherwise be shouted down, to prosper.

If you have nothing to hide, it means you’re doing nothing good.

The world is infested with garbage pretending to be people.

In general, people are so engaged, so invested, deep in their distraction bubbles (jobs, social interactions, accumulation of goods, etc.), that they don’t even have time to think about it, to question the point of doing all of this, and just keep reproducing, like it’s a must, like it’s an obvious thing to do. They just follow the ’life script’, no questions asked.

What’s frustrating is that those people are profoundly and irrevocably convinced they have the absolute right to create another sentient being, and bring them into the world. They’re creating a need, a set of needs (emotional, physiological, etc.), which then need, or at least are pursued, to be fulfilled.

They’re creating a problem that begs for a solution.

There’s no creativity left; there’s only “destructivity” now.

I am not a fan of “Internet” being used as a metonymy for the “World Wide Web” but that’s pretty much the only thing normal people use the actual Internet for nowadays, even for checking e-mail.

There is a cancer in the Western society that can no longer be healed, under any circumstances.

There is a lot of useful information on the Internet, but you need a stoic mind to avoid distractions.

I used to think that, in the end, most people will be able to discern the truth from the lies.

Humans will always flock to the simplest, cheapest distractions available and towards the social setting which offers them most comfort with least investments required and lowest entry barrier available.

There is no integrity in keeping silent when witnessing wrongdoing, even when speaking out may harm your current business prospects.

The Universe dreams through our dreams.

Reproducing is like involuntary manslaughter because from the moment of birth you’ve condemned someone new to death.

One of the most profound moral realisation out there is that morality is a social construct that doesn’t tangibly exist in reality, a cultural fan-fiction on a grand scale.

Don’t confuse stone-age people for the type of primitive mindless brutes that modern day humans have become, people who rely on nature cannot afford mindless distractions and rampant stupidity because nature does not leave space for ignorance.

People are afraid of being wrong. And in a world where more and more of what you say and do is connected to your digital “profile” you just aren’t incentivised to ask creative questions or propose creative answers. It limits human knowledge but people fear being associated with a “bad” answer.

Literal fire could be raining from the sky as buildings crumble to dust and some will still be claiming we’re going to the stars in 5 years.

For a bird born in captivity, flight is a mental illness.

Crime is a social construct dictated by whatever society arbitrarily defines as crime. Crime is not systemic at all but simply an inevitable aspect of any given civilisation that identifies the idea of a crime and treats it as a problem, so “rehabilitation” will never work either.

The truth is that there will always be “crime” as in essence it’s just human behaviour that doesn’t conform to the status quo of a given culture, completely made up. That is why you will never stop crime, nor would you likely want to if you knew what this actually entailed.

People have completely bought into the black / white mindset that there are heroes and villains in this world, and that if you’re part of the hero team then anything is justifiable.

If I were to take a wild guess, none of the people drooling over the idea of war actually want to face its horrors. But they love the idealised, movie-esque idea of war.

I learn from the mistakes of people who take my advice.

I cant tell whether the Internet is dead because people have gotten more bitter as they have gotten older or the younger generation is very angry.

If a product has an ad, it’s money not spent on improving the product and is instead money spent on trying to psychologically manipulate people into buying your broken product.

Screw your apps. Screw your karma. Screw your need to know what we’re all about.

The future is outside the internet, in DIY communications and life projects. Stop wasting too much time on what is now a corporate “global platform”, anything that is linked to the socialist-capitalist system will always eventually become “platformised” and commercialised.

Slowly but surely, the Internet is changing into a “customer point of service” where the main function is to interact with the corporations and/or regime services. The future obviously is outside the Internet, computation is not somehow a subset of the Internet, it is the other way around.

The Internet is just a platform and a specific communications protocol, can be recreated, improved, and will be. No need to get emotionally attached, so maybe it’s time let it go already.

There’s no Hell to fear below, but its prospect is in demand.

As a side-note, nazi, communism, genocide, war crimes, human rights, they all lost their meaning. Now they’re just buzzwords peppered into the discourse around whatever current boogeyman is.

The internet is no longer the Internet. What we call “the internet” now is basically how early television was in the in 60’s: you get three highly curated channels that tell you how to think and have nothing interesting on them.

The Internet hasn’t been about education in 20 years. Now it’s about selling stuff and receiving your daily dose of government propaganda. The Internet will continue to consume us until we’re fully enveloped in a simulated world.

God is expressly not a material phenomenon and is thus not dependent on the existence of material reality.

Happiness is used today in the sense of “contentment” or “satisfaction” with regard to a utility function. It stems from cringe-tier utilitarianism of the Englishman.

I got some attention from someone, therefore I am happy.
I got 100 likes on my latest Instagram post, therefore I am happy.

This is not happiness in the philosophical sense of the word, or at least it’s not how non-utilitarians understand it. Because our world is dominated by the US consumerist mindset, their definition of happiness (ie satisfying one’s utilities) has unfortunately become the main definition of happiness.

The old ones are ignored, the young ones don’t want to be irrelevant.

Existence is entropy, I guess they don’t teach that in 5th grade anymore. Of course, humans may be random but they hardly ever change.

Dopamine is a hell of a drug. It feels good to be wanted and people substitute the virtual for the real, but it’s a hollow shell. The top aspiring profession nowadays is to be an influencer - a puppet - because the puppets pull the strings of the sheep.

But who is pulling the strings of the puppets?

Just stick to the light, don’t ruminate in darkness or you’ll start to become that way.

If you attempt to understand the “meaning of life”, you will always come to the conclusion that it is inherently meaningless.

There never was a free market, not in the middle ages and definitely not now. Back then you had guilds monopolising jobs, now you have regulators rigging the market. The modern big tech companies learned painfully that you need to live with burning money on bribes and play the politics game as they struggled with it for quite a while trying to ignore it.

The warm glow of the phosphor burns your eyes, as the rhythmic echo of the keyboard rings in your ears. Day and night blend into one, and time stands still.

For all the great riches and wonders in cities, there’s equal poverty and suffering.

Sitting on a rooftop above a crowded city late at night watching millions of lives unfold in miniature beneath.

We are haunted by visions of the future that were created in the past.

Mankind has a tendency to not accept what it cannot control. Our politicians and virologists often said something along the lines: “we need to do X to keep control of the situation”. In the end we never were in control of the situation but people cannot accept that.

Most of the measures we took were nothing more than modern day rain dances. Feeble attempts by humans arrogant enough to think they could defeat or control a natural phenomenon that is well beyond ours to control.

Twitter is a honeypot for assholes.

Some friendships reach their expiry time; instead of artificially prolonging them in order to keep the stock of social capital intact, it’s best to burn the bridge.

One of the essential tenets of capitalism is that it isn’t a scam if enough hegemonic corporations engage in it.

These days, no one wants you – your physical company. People are aiming towards your attention and your credit card.

Hollywood has no foundation for offering opinions about morals, family, love or anything else.

I have a hard time feeling sorry for the traditional press, they spent decades killing their own reputation and are now paying the price. They could have had websites so reputable, so popular, that they would have been the news hub. Instead they turned the internet into the bad actor, kept publishing political agendas and sensationalist headlines and hoped we would suck it up as we did when they were king of the hill.

Welcome to modern serfdom, implemented by apps. Your boss is an app, your job is classified as an ‘independent contractor’, you own nothing. You can never get off the treadmill of wage slavery.

The connective tissue of human relationships is at least of equal importance as the technical merits of a solution.

You’re always going to be dependent on someone in the mainstream economic world if you want to have a web presence in North America. Even if you run your own servers, you’re at the mercy of your hosting provider, your ISP, your DNS registrar, and even browser level things like Google Safe Browsing. Any of these can be major points of failure.

Speech without a platform isn’t speech at all. Also, if you are tolerant with exceptions, you are intolerant, period. Which applies to free speech too: if you can say what you want EXCEPT that the Earth moves around the Sun, congratulations, you have no free speech.

And you are Galileo Galilei.

Does nobody notice when they’re writing software with features designed around user “engagement” and “retention” that they’re doing a disservice to their users? If not outright building addictions?

I think we are quickly approaching a point in time when culture will start to swing the other way, and the internet will become this thing that people don’t take seriously, much like it was in the 90s. That, and some combination of that and censorship.

And the tech monopolies absolutely will not survive the level of influence they have now, even if they think they are playing it safe by supporting a particular political faction that happens to be popular at the moment. I think things are going to change fairly rapidly in this direction because it turns out being connected constantly is actually pretty awful in most of the ways that count.