/lit/ - Literature

I've been in Berlin, OP. It's fucking horrible, don't let it ruin your life..

I saw a guy get pushed down a flight of stairs, was treated rudely by my hostel staff and I was fucking teased in the middle of the day by teenagers (I was wearing a seinfeld2000 tshirt).

Also the fucking awful/ugly graffiti everywhere and the colorless, hideous architecture (plus the fallout 3 bulletholes on big buildings from the war) are bound to make one depressed, don't worry.

That said, it's kind of ironic that you were travelling to forehead's grave, considering that he decried spooks, and such postmortal fealty is a little spooky, gotta say

>>6677377
>(I was wearing a seinfeld2000 tshirt)
Oh wow.

>>6677368
Don't feel bad man. Next vacation pic somewhere nice. Listen the the anon, forget grave sites (unless you're into that sort of thing or something, in which case, better luck next time)

You sound heavily spooked OP.

>>6677377
>Also the fucking awful/ugly graffiti everywhere
>everywhere
- word. Dunno why, but Berlin seems to be the one of the cities in the world for Graffiti, maybe, they should have left the wall. And before anyone starts, its all a valid outpouring of 'yoof cultural expression' or some similar BS - its not, its actually around 99.9% talent-free desecration of other peoples property.

>>6677377
Buttmad tendie eater detected

>>6677368
Don't feel bad, OP. Europe is a shit place. That's why the U.S exists.

>>6677368
I had the same experience when I explored London.

On one hand it was crowded, and filled with surly city slickers while at the same time being inundated with inconsiderate tourists. The sights were overpriced, watered down, and difficult to enjoy with all the distractions going on. I was jetlagged, tired, and not used to having to walk for miles to see the different attractions spread out across the Thames.

That said, it was still an amazing trip. I was exploring nonstop for a week and felt like I barely scratched the surface of all that there was. Seeing a play in the Globe Theatre was impressive, and the museums and art galleries all were sufficiently avant garde to make me feel like an uncultured swine from the suburbs.

Coming back from the trip I felt bad, partially because of the negative aspects of my trip, but because I felt bad knowing that what I experienced was so good, making my bad feelings seemingly unjustifiable.

>>6677503
well maybe it was just east berlin

>They actually wrote Max Stirner on his gravestone
2unique4me

Nice reference to the book tho.

hahahahaha

this is too good

>>6677368
If there was an afterlife, Stirner would be laughing his ass off at your spooked pilgrimage bullshit, and rightly so.

lmao this is the second hardest a Stirnerist has ever gotten owned by a German

Fucks sake, half of these comments don't come close to Stirners philosophy at all

But why bother anways

>>6677368
I live in Berlin, do I spray paint /lit/ on his grave? Would make for a memetastic pic

Also lol at the kiddos hating Berlin, gb2 florida

>>6677609
fucking DO IT

>>6677566
that's a pretty stupid way to phrase it being as stirner himself was german

>>6677612
even germans hate berlin, it's a fucking shithole.

>>6677531
>and not used to having to walk for miles to see the different attractions
'Mericans, everyone. Bet you were starving the entire time, too.

>>6677635
>repeat the same jokes over and over again
europoor bants are pretty bad tbh

>>6677635
>not exclusively lifting weights to build strength

cardio fags get out

What kind of spooked up cunt visits a dead man's grave

>>6677649
>>6677655
>thread has two burgers literally complaining about walking
>their compatriots will defend this
Oh America, you didn't deserve to die like this.

>>6677655
yurops think being a skinnyfat is a good thing, topkek

>>6677672
>walking makes you fat
This is what people who have deliberately let their capacity of bipedal locomotion atrophy actually believe.

>>6677684
>let their capacity of bipedal locomotion
>shitty grammar with tryhard vocab

>>6677694
More like, correct grammar with appropriate "vocab".

>>6677701
nah you can't speak English, just end your awkward attempts lad

>So I went to Berlin specifically for the reason of visiting Max Stirner's grave, sort of like a pilgrimage.
Does it get any more spooked than visiting the place where someone's rotten bones are buried?

>>6677706
>first word not capitalized
>improper punctuation
You sure are in perfect command of your native tongue.

>>6677719
>points out laziness
Desperate as fuck tbh

>>6677766
>too lazy to even move your fingers
What is the endgame of this I wonder, complete paralysis? Shouldn't you at least wait until they actually have the technology that makes bodily movement obsolete?

>>6677609
Of course. How do you wanna do it, all over the grave or in a corner or what

>>6677368
Yes, you should kill yourself you ridiculous, massive creature.

I've been a few times to Berlin and it's by far my favourite city.

This thread is hilarious, Americans are weird

>>6677501
>graffity has to have artistic value in order to rightfully exist
>/lit/ in charge of judging good from bad

>>6677965
Yeah, I went there a few weeks ago and I loved it. It was very different from other places like Paris or London.Having said that, I think you need to stay somewhere for a while to get a proper impression of a place. The first time I went to london I hated it. But when I stayed with friends who lived there it was much better.

>>6677377
>That said, it's kind of ironic that you were travelling to forehead's grave, considering that he decried spooks, and such postmortal fealty is a little spooky, gotta say

Why are people obsessed with stirners concept of spooks but interpret it wrong most of the time? There is no problem engaging with spooks if that's want you want, as long you aren't just entertaining the spook only for the spooks sake.

Stirner would have no problem you visiting his grave or any other number of spooks, as long as you aren't putting the spook above yourself.

>>6677609

It would be post of the year if you did.

But for disclaimer's sake I'd rather you didn't.

>>6678034
>being against the spook of anti-spooking
You've got a ways to go, sister.

>>6677501
but muhhh liberty

>>6678034
It is not a spook if you don't put it above you.

>>6677531
London is a city for yuppies. If you have an inexhaustible supply of currency, it's probably one of the best cities in the world, but otherwise you're shit out of luck. Even the hipsters slumming it in Hackney and Lambeth are all packing huge trust-funds. That said, the galleries certainly are nice.

>>6677368
I am visitting Berline next weekend, thanks for reminding me that I wanted to visit Stirner's birth house. (I know it is not exactly standing anymore, but eh.)

Don't know much else I actually want to do in Berlin, other than seeing the Brachiosaurus.
Any literary tips for what to do in Berlin?

>>6678068
Nothing literary but I liked the Dali museum they have there.

>>6678068
Also, I meant his death house, obviously, but for some reason I can't find it in google anymore.

>>6678099
Wait I found it, it is right next to the nature history museum that I am going to visit anyway, and the graveyard with his grave is not much further either!

>>6677368
Write a story about it

>>6677368
Pilgrimages are a spook.

>>6677971
>it's fine for anyone to do literally anything so long as they're not an authority

>>6678068

I think there's a red light district where you can fuck hookers. I wish I did that.

>>6677368
This >>6678145
Depending on your skill it could range from introspective literature to indie new sincerity, but in whatever form I actually can't see it being a failure. It's a golden idea.

Why would you go on a pilgrimage to Stirner's grave? Seems like you don't get Stirner. This is why you need to read Hegel before him.

>>6678034
>Stirner would have no problem you visiting his grave or any other number of spooks, as long as you aren't putting the spook above yourself.

Having a terrible time and flying across the world just to visit his grave seems pretty spooky

>>6678567
Yes you totally have to visit Hegel´s grave first! Conveniently it´s also in Berlin.

>literally going to the worst city in Germany

you should have curb stomped those little turkish cunts

stop being such a fucking pussy. stop feeling sorry for yourself. grow some fucking balls faggot.

goddamn it man

you're so full of hideous spooks,no amount of max can cure you.

you need a lobotomy ace. take two long metal rods and insert them through the gap between the top of your eye and your eyebrow ridge, directly into brain and give it a good twirl, chanting as you do: get out of here ghost, get out of here ghost, get out of here ghost,

failure only exists in the presence of goals. not caring is a habit. try some heroin to get a jumpstart into the system.

>>6677368
alternatively, embrace those goals and work towards them. it sounds like you don't have the constitution for terminal nihilism. which is a good thing. so embrace the spook.
become the spook. but this takes work, you lazy cow.

either way, make up your fucking mind.

this half-assed indecision of yours is the root of the problem. you will either decide to not care, and enter the void. or you will decide that you do care, that you do want to achieve, and fight, and succeed and overcome. but you must work for it. voluntary spookiness is a rigorous art.

make up your mind.

above all: stop feeling sorry for yourself you mewling dog. you whipped fucking cur, you deserve to beaten with cattle prods

stop feeling sorry for yourself. be a man faggot. its not too late.

>>6679229
>>6679204
>>6679243

Yeah I think stirnerist egoist nihilism just isn't for me. Gonna stick to Stoicism probs.

>>6677368
mirin' that absurd experience.

>>6679275
don't listen to this tripfag and just do yourself the favor of reading into the ego and its own sometime

>>6679275
thats fine. if it isn't for you then it isn't.

now, before you start setting yourself up for failure, you must come to terms with your nature. look deep into that swirling subconscious murk and see yourself for what you really are. accept what you see, however contradictory it may seem, and all your self-loathing will disappear.
self-loathing is only a function of you not living up to an imagined version of yourself. so work towards this version, but know yourself first, and pick the right spooks.
and have some pride. have some courage. fucking grit. there's an animal in there, i promise you. millennia of war and suffering have brought you here, and the blood of your ancestors boils with the rage of survival. you have demons in your DNA. bring them to the light.

as a practical and 100% foolproof way to a healthier mind: start lifting weights.
I promise you this will be a huge help for your psyche. don't question this. a weak body breeds a weak mind.
and think: who the fuck are these people around you that you think are so much better than you? sentient pieces of meat and nothing else.

only that, and nothing else.

godspeed, pussy

q.e.d

>>6679334
fucking christ, have you no self awareness?

>>6679344

hahaha, hush now little boy

i brought stirner to this board. but he's not for everyone.

Took a charter flight on a DC-10 to London, landed at Gatwick, took a bus to the center, called a friend from school who was selling hash, but she wasn't in. So I wandered around until it started to rain, then took a subway back to the friend's house and hung out there for four or five days. Saw the changing of the guards at Buckingham Palace. Ate a grapefruit next to the Thames River, which reminded me a lot of the cover of that Pink Floyd album. Wrote my mom a postcard I never sent. Looked for some heroin but couldn't find any. Bought some speed from an Italian guy I bumped into at a record store in Liverpool. Smoked a lot of hash that had too much tobacco in it. Even though they all spoke the same language I did, they were all assholes. It rained a lot, it was expensive, so I split for Amsterdam. Someone playing saxophone at Central Station which was kind of pretty. Stayed with some friends in someone's basement. Smoked a lot of hash in Amsterdam too, but lost most of my stash in some museum. The museums were cool, I guess. Lots of Van Goghs and the Vermeers were intense. Wandered around, bought a lot of pastries, a lot of red herring. The Dutch all know English so I didn't have to speak any Dutch, which was a relief. Wanted to rent a car but couldn't. The people I was staying with had bikes though, so I went biking one day and I saw a lot of cows and geese and canals. I pulled off to the side of the road, got stoned and fell asleep, woke up, wrote a little, took some acid, made a few drawings, and then it started raining, so I biked to Danoever, to a youth hostel where there were some cool German guys who spoke a little English, and then I went back to Amsterdam and spent the night with this really stupid German girl. Next day I took the train to Kroeller in Arnhem where there were tons of cool Van Goghs. Hung out in the sculpture garden and I tried to get high there but didn't have any matches and couldn't find one. Got a ride to Cologne and stayed at a youth hostel in Bonn which was the worst youth hostel where there were a lot of really screwed-up kids, and it was too far away from the main part of town so we couldn't do anything. Had a beer then headed South through Munich, Austria, and Italy. Got a ride to Switzerland, said fuck it why not. Ended up spending the night at a bus stop. Wandered around Switzerland but the weather was bad and it was too expensive and I wasn't into the situation so I took a train and then started hitching. The mountains were huge and really intense and the dams were surreal. Found a youth hostel and then headed south with a couple in their early thirties who had stayed at the hostel and they gave me a ride. I spent two days in Switzerland. Then I took a bus from Switzerland to Italy, then hitchhiked to get to this town where there was this girl from school who had graduated and who I was sort of in love with but I had lost her phone number and wasn't even that sure if she was in Italy.

So I wandered around and met this totally cool guy named Nicola who had greased-back hair and wore Wayfarer sunglasses and who loved Springsteen and kept asking me if I'd ever seen him in concert. It was then that I felt like an idiot for being an American but only for a little while since I finally got a ride from some French guy in a white Fiat who played Michael Jackson really loud and air-jammed. Then I was in some town called Brandis or Blandy or Brotto. Kids eating ice cream, all the movie theaters playing Bruce Lee movies, all the girls thought I was Rob Lowe or something. Still was looking for that girl, Jaime. Bumped into someone from Camden on the Italy Program and this person told me that Jaime was in New York not Italy. Florence was beautiful but too full of tourists. I was speeding heavily and I spent three days without sleep wandering around. Went to this tiny town, Siena. Smoked hash on the steps of this church, the Doumo. Met a cool German guy in this old castle. Then I went to Milano where I hung out with these guys in some house. Slept in a big double bed with one of them who kept playing The Smiths and wanting me to jerk him off which I really wasn't into, but I had no place to go. Rome was big and hot and dirty. Saw a lot of art. Spent the night with some guy who took me out to dinner and I had a long shower at his house and I guess it was worth it. He took me to a bridge where, like, Hector fought off the Trojans or something. I was in Rome for three days. Then I went to Greece and it took me a day to get to where the ferry leaves. Ferry took me to Corfu. Rented a moped on Corfu. Lost the moped. Got on another ferry and headed for Patras and then Athens. Called a friend in New York who told me Jaime wasn't in New York but in Berlin and she gave me the phone number and address. Then I went to the islands, went to Naxos, got into town really early. Used a bathroom and some guy wanted ten drachmas but I only had German deutsche mark on me and I didn't have anything else, so I gave him my Swatch instead. Bought some bread, milk, and a map and I started walking. Saw a lot of donkeys. By nighttime I had walked halfway across town. Hit an archaeological site and lost the trail I was following. I just got stoned and watched the sunset. It was nice, so I headed for water and bumped into some guy who dropped out of Camden. Asked him where Jaime might be. He told me either Skidmore or Athens but not Berlin. Then I went to Crete, fucked some girl there. Then I went to San Torini, was beautiful but too full of tourists. Took a bus to the South coast, went to Malta and it made me sick.

Started hitchhiking. Then I went back to Crete and spent a day at this beach full of Germans and went swimming. Then I walked some more. That's all I did in Crete, was walk. I didn't know where I was. Everywhere was full of tourists so I went to this nude beach. Hung out, got naked, ate yogurt and swam with these two Yugoslavian guys who complained about inflation and wanted to make me a Socialist. I bought a mask and snorkled and we caught octopus, live, and beat them to death on the beaches and ate them. I met some guy from Canada, who had stolen a car and done some time in prison, and we hung out and talked about the state of the world, drank beer, caught some more octopus, took acid. This went on for three days. My ass and dick got sunburned. One of the Yugoslavian guys taught me how to sing 'Born in the U.S.A.' in Yugoslavian and we sang it together a lot. There was nothing else to do, since we had killed all the octopus, and I had learned how to sing every Springsteen song in Yugoslavian, so I said goodbye and left the nude beach. I hitchhiked some more, saw a hell of a lot of donkeys, found a Donald Duck comic in Greek lying in someone's backyard. In Greece, while hitching, some truck carrying watermelons picked me up and this old geezer molested me, then I was attacked by dogs. I still didn't know where Jaime was. Ended up in Berlin but that person gave me the wrong address. Stayed at another youth hostel. Liked the Bauhaus architecture which I hate in America but here looked good. Hitchhiked some more, went to a lot of bars, met a lot of punk rockers, played a lot of checkers, shot some pool, smoked hash. Couldn't get a flight out of Berlin so I went back to Amsterdam and got mugged in the red light district by two small black guys.

>pilgrimage
>people walked for days
>some died of thirst and hunger
>the suffering strengthened their resolve and produced religious euphoria
you walked a single day, didn't interact with people and went back; you're very pathetic.

>>6679357
typical fit, your understanding isn't far from any other unrelated self-help books

>>6679390

wtf are you even talking about you mongoloid

>>6679374
>>6679381
kek

>>6679381
Would be ok if not for
>Yugoslavian

>>6679390
Any man who is above self-help is not self-aware at all.

>>6679369
>>6679374
>>6679381
Go to bed, Bret Easton Ellis.

>>6679357

I don't know if you "brought" him here but I do remember you spamming Stirner incessantly a few years ago. And since then we've had to deal with these constant bullshit threads, this meme, and the psychological problems it has caused.
Thanks, asshole.

>>6677368
If you cant have fun in Berlin, may living just isnt for you.

>>6679457
I think the person who spammed Stirner here a year or two ago was Feminister, who sucked. Stirner also sucks.

>>6677625
but then they still move here, fuck them

>>6679381
>>6679374
>>6679369
Thank you mr. Lin