/lit/ - Literature

>What is a collector?
A collector lines the candles of sense-data to cast the shadow of dasein on the wall. Shrine of self.
The inability to converse with others about themselves, let alone converse about themselves to themselves, they create a proxy platform from which they can jump start surface level conversations of their underdeveloped id.
People who see this, exploit it. Creating tethers to which attach themselves to and at every possible chance, create conflict that swirls around this axiom of personality enforcement.
Confined to the 2nd plane, unable to grasp the straws of 3rd spatial dimension, these people prop their kin and self in a fugue state, in hopes that their reigned what ought becomes the tetherless what is.
Think of this, what moves the boulder forward? The essence or the by-product? Exactly. The outer sphere dictates their inner sphere, unable to break the bubble of self-confinement, they are in a prison of their own making, the sow surrounded by scarlet string.
In extreme cases, the self forfeits all agency and falls into a perpetual limbo of qualitative negativity and a new defence mechanism is introduced.
The word of power pushing the other to become the mother and make the agents give up control and amalgamate with the abstract society to dig themselves out of the hole they've willingly gone into.
The tautological self-affirmation becomes the dissident proxima of actualization, unground flips itself over and a phantom host takes control.
Dawn of tabula rasa, the mindful surrounded by rancor of nous embodies the canonical heroes donned in oppressors garbs. Paint of greed departing from the brush of want, fills the innocent with content.
Exodus of self priori invites the corrupted qualia to accentuate the faux-virility of surroundings. Like an inexperienced stalker in the room, als ob leads to death of self.
Bull surrounded by walls, the orb of essence radiating the hermeneutic vision of the past, present and future. Only one goal in mind, touching the noumenal through unbecoming. Frothing mouth dripping remnants of jiva follows behind a desperate charge to swallow Husserl.
Thread of void woven into the tapestry of being, it all comes undone. What comes? Essential inconstant is rocked, he who provides, jumps into the same pit of ontological darkness where the innocent resides.