/lit/ - Literature

Against Method by Paul Feyerabend

science stuff i guess

watcha thinking bout?

It's too bad /sci/ doesn't care about this man. They should.

Anyway, /sci/ is shit. /lit/ is also shit. Seriously, I hate you all, fuck you.

>The depression stayed with me for over a year; it was like an animal, a well-defined, spatially localizable thing. I would wake up, open my eyes, listen – Is it here or isn't? No sign of it. Perhaps it's asleep. Perhaps it will leave me alone today. Carefully, very carefully, I get out of bed. All is quiet. I go to the kitchen, start breakfast. Not a sound. TV – Good Morning America –, David What's-his-name, a guy I can't stand. I eat and watch the guests. Slowly the food fills my stomach and gives me strength. Now a quick excursion to the bathroom, and out for my morning walk – and here she is, my faithful depression: "Did you think you could leave without me?"
>—From his autobiography, Killing Time

Damn, Feyerabend, giving me them feels.