/lit/ - Literature

I didn't choose to be born, I was thrown into the world. I exist. This condition is inherently dehumanizing. There is no more cruel action than to force someone to endure the pain of existence. Without the certainty of death our lives would be a hopeless chaos.

No matter how many cold baths I take, no matter how many hours I spend fasting, no matter how much I refrain from lustful thoughts, I still feel dirty.

There seems to be no other way to behave in the modern world than with dissimulation, contempt, cynicism, and sophistry. The feeling of abandonment and loneliness has never been more present than in the current state of things, and without any of the feelings described above it is a matter of time before the subject is devoured by the social environment. As if this were not enough, we still have this stupid technology that is nothing more than a big tentacle of the Will. All the time trying to subjugate/castrate us with the temptation of different and new pleasures every second.