/lit/ - Literature

The less information we consume the more novel our ideas.
Our thoughts become less remarkable the more we try to fit them into the framework of preexisting ideas.
Reading to the bottom of this thread before posting has subsumed any of my initial originality, and has instead parasitised my post into a reflection on the epistemic nature of sharing, rather than divulging my actual thoughts, which I have now forgotten.
We are drowing in a sea of our own collective shit and any attempt to remove oneself is met with constipatory realisation that the sewers are in fact shared.
Books for this feel?