/lit/ - Literature

>>18334280
If you've actually seen the meaninglessness of life, the ache of fleeting appearances, the true sting of the tangible, then it's already too late.
A book can't save you.
You want to love. You seek redemption in love, but can love win when all things are decaying before your eyes?
You want meaning. But you have already seen the liquor that meaning is. Your liver will do away with it in time.
Beauty? What of beauty? What taste of beauty have you known that has not left you in pain, in a daze of heartbreak and longing?
And eternity? What the hell is eternity? 24 hours is long enough, yet you still waste it. Day after day. Still unsatisfied.

You have reached the edge. No book can save you. No love can safe you.

There is nothing left.