/lit/ - Literature

A Little Fable

>"ALAS," said the mouse, "the world is growing smaller every day. At the beginning it was so big that I was afraid, I kept running and running, and I was glad when at last I saw walls far away to the right and left, but these long walls have narrowed so quickly that I am in the last chamber already, and there in the corner stands the trap that I must run into." "You only need to change your direction," said the cat, and ate it up.

-Franz Kafka

>>18039702
>>There are systematic methods for the solution of all problems (also art, etc.).
>all problems

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>>18032395
Kafka-core

>>18021574
>All philosophical inquire is utter vanity. What truth is or isn't or whatever it is or it isn't, the only way to speculate is through death.

(Limits of language fucks one in the ass whenever one try write things like this)

>>18017421
The oldfags are real.

>Evil nature, infinite desire and vanity exists
>Therefor the Thing-In-Itself is blind, dumb and irrational
Schopenhauer solved the riddle of Thing-In-Itself
Now what faggots like you are going to do about it?

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>>17990409
Anon wasn't a fag this time

Is love real? Does our actions mean something beyond selfishness?
Please recommend me some books which deal with these topics.

>>17936064
Oh no no no no no
Look we have a neolib here

>>17929995
>redditors and New Atheist plebs would be horrible parents
>a faggot said that on a mongolian basket weaving forum

Books about French Revolution/Conspiracy against the Tsar/Central Banking shadow elites/Propaganda by American government against it's own people/Crimes in Hollywood?

>VALIS
>80’s Synth/Dancepop

Don’t get me wrong, I’m enjoying my time here on earth. I want to create a family, complete various goals, and grow old with friends and family. But I am extremely curious to find out what happens. If I got run over a car tomorrow, in my last moments I wouldn’t be sad or regretful. There is not a shred of fear or worry over death in me. Anyone else feel the same? Are there any philosophers or authors who have come to this point of view?

I’ve seen angels come down to us

Ban frog/anime/jezebel posters.
It's a price i'm willing to pay

I drink like 10 cups of coffee a day bros isn't it like bad for your heart

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>had a KFC binge last night
>woke up today at 9 am
>browsed internet, drank coffee
>read last 30 pages of a short biography and history book; I thought it was kind of insubstantial although well written
>went to gym, did cardio
>went in to central London
>went to a clothes shop to try on trousers; their biggest size was small enough, but tight around the thighs when I sat down
>the fitting rooms had these mirrors that let me see myself from unfamiliar angles; my extreme ugliness was laid bare and was demoralising
>go for my usual walk, listen to Cumtown
>sit in library and read the last 60 pages of a history book, which was good
>go walking through a park but it was apparent that I'm feeling low energy today
>now drinking coffee
>plan to have one last McDonalds binge tonight, before I start trying to lose weight

Clearly my attention span isn't harmed by internet browsing but my nihilism and lack of any passion for anything mean I don't really put books in to any framework or read them for any purpose.

I saw this nerdy glasses wearing qt with a 6' GigaStacey body, which was demoralising.

I am currently having day-nightmares about not fitting in in any workplace ever.

Does anyone else sweat profusely when they shower, immediately go outside, and then go inside another building? Or is this just a fat cunt thing?

What are the immediate benefits of not being a fatcunt? Motivate me pls.

I haven't picked up a maths or programming book for months. My brain has maybe turned to mush.

There was a bit in Cumtown where they joke about trying to use books as tokens to buy admission to pussy.

When I read about the past, I am sure the West is dying hard. When I read about the decreasing popularity of poetry, the popularity of free verse, and then the popularisers of free verse calling the use of the old structures "fascist", I realised that literature is well and truly done, and looking to old institutions for the endorsement or creation of new art is pointless

>had a medium junk food binge last night; first junk food for 72 hours; it sated my everythingstential crisis for the few hours until I slept
>woke up at 8.30 am after 7 hours of sleep
>browsed internet, drank coffee
>wasted more time on internet
>felt too tired to lift weights and cardio is boring
>left house after 1 pm to go in to central London
>walked slowly around a park; even new episodes of Cumtown are getting slightly stale
>went back to flat
>read 30 pages of a history book
>went in to central London for my usual walk; felt sad after seeing so many officeStaceys
>sat in library and read 30 pages of a history book
>now drinking coffee
>will watch qt with pol later tonight; unsure what I'll eat today

My life is so stagnant. I don't have the motivation to do anything productive. Coffee ruins my sleep and makes the gym pointless but I feel like stopping coffee is cuckworthy for some reason.

Walking around London feels so pointless. I had many hours to do it today and after walking around a park I had run out of places to go (apart from my usual walk, which I save for evenings).

I am 2/3 through a book about a famous political thinker and I still don't see anything notable about this guy. I'm already an unspooked high IQ person. I have no dogma to jettison and I'm not stupid enough to believe new dogma.

I think the people in the Costa coffee are subtly making fun of me somehow.

>ate healthy food last night
>woke up at 8.30 am
>browsed internet, drank coffee, ate healthy food
>read 60 pages of a history book
>went to gym and did cardio
>somehow it was already 5 pm
>go in to central London for my usual walk and read in the library; saw lots of officeStaceys and felt demoralised
>listened to Cumtown podcast
>walked through a park
>now drinking coffee

I looked on patreon and saw that the Cumtown people get paid $50k per month for 2 hours a week and felt so pathetic. Then I looked at other parts of patreon and saw all sorts of people being paid a few thousand per month and felt even more pathetic. I haven't even been able to start a proper 40 hour per week wagecucking career yet, at the age of 28 (I'm starting a good job soon).

It's incredible how unfulfilled I feel and how little motivation I have to do anything. I may have a Last Binge Ever just to feel alive again. I haven't had junk food for 72 hours. I saw today that McDonalds has changed its temporary burger. But my biggest problem is my inability to do anything productive under my own initiative. I have been procrastinating everything that's important (or unimportant) and non-urgent.

The history book I'm reading is non-dull but I feel like I'm wasting my time. Reading is a consumercuck activity. And I read so inefficiently. If I had sacrificed two days for nothing but reading, I'd have read more than I have in the past two weeks. But I can't sacrifice a day because then I'd feel like a loser.

And I have wagecuckery on the horizon...

>bought some junk food on the way home last night (had already binged earlier that day)
>ate some of it, felt so fat, threw the rest away and told myself no more binges
>woke up today at 8.30 am
>browsed internet, drank coffee
>had fastfoodcuck job interview at 10.30 am
>agonise over whether the money is worth the loss of free time and humiliation
>go to interview but it becomes clear I'll be a few minutes late, so I go back to my flat
>go to gym and lift weights; lifting goes ok but I'm so tired due to bad sleep so I'm nowhere near my potential
>put more of my money from the current to the savings account; know it's sensible but feel ashamed that I rely on anything except willpower alone for financial management
>go in to central London for my new late afternoon walking habit, which includes a walk through a park
>felt demoralised after seeing so many Staceys
>walk more while listening to Cumtown
>go back to flat to sit; read workplace horror stories and mourn my upcoming wagecuckery
>go in to central London for my usual walk
>now drinking coffee; unsure what I'll eat tonight
>will watch qt with /pol/

I'm feeling particularly pathetic about my lack of motivation for doing anything productive in my free time. Also feeling bad for not being a silicon valley programmer on $200k.

I've had so much free time lately and wasted it all, again. For only the past 30 days, if each day I had done one mini section of that maths book, plus read 50 pages of those patrician books, plus given up junk food and coffee, I'd be so much smarter, richer, better off physically... But I didn't, and the slightest hint of goals or self imposed routine makes me feel cucked and spooked.

Seeing qts and Staceys everywhere is painful. I've seen so many today.

I thought of going to buy healthy food but I literally can't imagine it satiating me. It normally tastes surprisingly good and then the next day I binge.

The idea of 9-5 work is horrifying me again. It's a cloud on my mind.

>be me
>had a large KFC binge last night
>woke up today at 9.30 am after 8 hours of sleep which maybe wasn't enough
>browse internet on phone in bed
>browse internet, drink coffee, do chores
>start reading an extremely high pseud-cred novel; it's pretty good so far, although it is obviously unforgivably long and was written for people with much less to do
>go to gym
>somehow it's already late afternoon
>go in to central London for my usual walk; feel demoralised by the officeStaceys
>read 30 pages of a pop-his book at a library
>now drinking coffee
>not sure what I'll eat tonight

Today was very, dare I say it, age-inappropriate.

I feel so tired. I won't be able to lift heavy at the gym if I'm anything like this.

I saw a Costa Coffee sign and thought "Coaster Coffee". Coffee for people coasting in life.

4chan has polluted my mind in multiple ways and a few ways are: constantly being on the lookout for vaguely masculine attributes in women and then thinking "Trap"; paying attention to men's hairlines.

I haven't watched any NFL this season and not even the highlights. Partly because wasting time makes me feel guilty but also because it feels more than ever like a gameshow in its death throes. I like sports but Murrikans can't tell when something is hideously contrived BS.

For over 2 years I have been at a level in lifting where bad sleep has blocked me from becoming stronger. I haven't figured out how to want to give up coffee.

I haven't done anything intellectually non-trivial in my life.

I am thinking of writing the definitive work to both sum up and put the full stop on this pathetic period of my life. I am not worried about pathetic e-book sales and nobody reading it. That's fine because I could still admire it. What worries me is writing as much as I can and realising that I only have 20 - 90 pages of things to say.

>had a burger king binge last night and went back to flat by walking past tonnes of happy Friday night young people
>woke up today
>drank coffee, browsed internet (listened to early 00s pop punk and felt nostalgic)
>go to fastfoodcuck job interview and it felt so uninspiring; the thought of working on weekends for extra money now fills me with deep dread
>the street with the fast food place was filled with a depressingly large amount of Staceys (it's a very hot and sunny day in London, one of the last days of summer)
>go back to flat
>fast food binges have raped my bank account but I still have much more savings than I thought I would have at this point
>go in to central London for my usual walk
>read 30 pages of a history book in the library
>walk some more
>get on underground train and then walk through Shoreditch in order to feel the cathartic and painful feel of "I definitively missed out on youth and fun because I'm an ugly charismaless meek beta autist and I should stop walking around outside, hoping my youth spontaneously stops feeling wasted"
>happy chads and Staceys everywhere
>noticed that the best marker of the hipster - Muslim divide of brick lane was this overhanging building with a brewery sign on it
>walk through old Street some more and I saw Chad and Stacey packs plus one genuine GigaStacey
>now drinking coffee and will have a McDonalds binge later

I have almost finished reading bronze age mindset on my phone and it's meh.

A topic on biz about corporate culture unironically triggered me. It's really quite incredible that the heart of the problem is women (being taken seriously) in the workplace and that /pol/ diagnosed the problem instantly. I didn't even believe them at first but pol was right.

There is nothing I really want to read right now.

>see woman in wheelchair, think "life on easy mode whore"
>see young black male, think, "Bip bop dat's not me!"
>keeping my gaze locked straight ahead when walking past woman, in case of rape accusations