/lit/ - Literature

>>18940218
You are experiencing post post modernity. This is the hyper real. The internet is pure simulacra. You are being exposed to more stimuli in an hour than many people did in a decade. Did you think for the past 5000 years of western civilization that anyone could look through the real physical equivalent of a 10 gig file folder of frog reaction pictures? Going to the museum once had weight. Going on a trip to see the world was exciting. Reading a new book was the most thrilling and in depth activity one could do that wasn't ACTUALLY DOING THE THING.

You live in the worst time line. You live at the brink of mans self destruction. The human condition cannot survive within the realm of techno-capital. We no longer have community. Or boredom. The internet feeds your little chemical receptors constantly, in a perpetual state of over production. You are exhausted. Your brain is exhausted. You cannot stop. You like that don't you, you little slut. Yeah. They made this just for you. Just to placate your little brain. Don't you want to feel good? Don't you want to see on a screen the things that never could be in the real world? Come escape with me, anon. We can forever be free in the aether of conformity and stagnation. Don't you wonder why the iphone never ACTUALLY changed? They hit the end game. Your science fiction novel will forever be fiction because they don't want warp drives or flying cars. They want you observed and plugged into a digital IV of metaphorical heroin. The planet is going to die but we will be too busy collecting anime boat girls and jerking off to video essay themed pornography to care.


Unplug.

>tfw I'll never write as emotionally honest or elicit feels as effectively as Anno

I just have to come to terms with the fact that I'm not a real creative. The words I write are for pleadings, not for readings.