/lit/ - Literature

>>21250652
Everywhere is a shithole. Be the positive change you want to see in this world and post something meaningful.

>>19082693
He knows that half a mile away, in the bathroom of a McDonalds, a man is breathing his last, lungs robbed of strength by the opioids coursing through his veins. He knows which men passing him will end their lives within the week, the despair that emanates from this modern schema of existance erroding them at last. He knows, as one knows the weather, the cruel, impassion of the teeming hordes that pass him by. This is a forgotten world, one long distanced from anything that may’ve been. He knows the cynics, the banal, the hopeful, and the heartless. He knows the hatred, the impassivity, the absolute depravity and the Humanity. This is what he wrought, and what exemplifies His failure. Something stirs in him then, something boundless and inhuman in its scale and dimensions. He knows, like a man knows how to stand up, the capacity for beauty in forgotten places and the determination in the face of inertia that picks at ones strength.

Most of all, he knows Love.

He knows the weight of history, and the intricacies these people will inscribe into the memory of their fathers. He knows — in every language — the words they say to make eachother smile. He knows, the words they say to make eachother cry. Theirs is a story of tragedy, but like a pot dropped from the shelf, there is still time for it to be caught before it crashes into shards. This is a species that has known only blood and death for a hundred, thousand years; vestiges of the utter domination wrought unto the very memory of the Earth.

He sighs in finality, wincing as yet another man is beaten nearly to death, on camera for the wild adulation of the internet crowds. The ugly, the lazy, the downright cruel — they’re all pieces of the fractures that have been spun throughout this farse for thousuands of years. Money is made from the banal manipulations of the comedically stupid while a short, bald man goes for a cruise in his hundred-million dollar ocean-liner. Across the globe, hundreds will starve to death, while hundreds more are sodimized on camera for that same crowd of internet voyers, eyes aglint with that feverish glow of bloodlust.

He knows evil as well.

The gunshot isn’t very loud amidst the roar of engines, and the ambiance of the city. Blood spatters the pavement, and those who notice whip out their phones to film this spectacle; a man shooting himself right in the middle of the street? Shit, that’ll be huge on snapchat. Sandled feet are lain astrew, the white gown now soaked in red. A few minutes later, a police offer arrives on scene, fresh from some other atrocity.

Life goes on.