/lit/ - Literature

>>19250786
I hate people so I encourage natalism out of spite. Let them keep popping out more and more suffering machines.

After all of whining ITT. I am going to post of all fucking aphorisms in that essay. And we're going to analyze it together. Because OP is a faggot who posted a quote outside of essay's context. It is from the book "THE FALL INTO TIME" by Emil Cioran.

>FAME: HOPES AND HORRORS

IF each of us were to confess his most secret desire, the one that inspires all his plans, all his actions, he would say: "I want to be praised." No one will make such a confession, for it is less shameful to commit an abomination than to proclaim so pitiable and so hu-miliating a weakness, looming out of a feeling of solitude and insecurity from which both the fortunate and the rejected suffer with equal intensity. No one is sure of what he is, nor of what he does. However imbued we may be with our merits, we are gnawed by anxiety and ask, in order to surmount it, only to be deceived, only to receive approbation from anywhere, from anyone. The observer detects a suppliant nuance in the expression of anyone who has finished an enter-prise or a work, or performs, quite simply, any activity whatever. The weakness is a universal one; and if God appears immune from it, it is because, once the crea-tion was completed, He could not, lacking witnesses, count on commendations. He bestowed them upon Himself, it is true, and at the end of each day!

>>19123239
>when your acquintance is retarded so you have to express your thoughts through separate single-sentence messages instead of one compact text block
It erodes one's spirit...

>>19065822
>>19065826
>>19065848
>The answer is: no, it's not worthwhile.
Same conclusion. This is probably the worst time for art in history. Such a shame because art is the only meaningful thing in my life and as things stand it can be nothing but a hobby. People are so hollow inside that even if someone wrote the ultimate masterpiece they'd treat it like yet another entertainment snack. They're the proverbial swine who trample the pearls you'd throw at them.

This shithole is all I have left. Every dream is shattered, every hope has collapsed, every smile is lost. I just come on this site and target random people as my catch-all hedonist brat strawmen and unload all my hate on them. I don't even care about politics. I used to have this desire to make things and share them and "connect" and "get in touch" but I don't care about any of these things anymore. I'm just waiting for death or the day when I'll have the opportunity to off myself and while I wait I just rage against the wind. Everyone is just a faceless ghost who's laughing back at me but at least I feel like I'm doing something and damaging something real.
I really wish I could find a little bit of the enthusiasm I used to have but every year it got harder and harder and now I don't even have that faint spark anymore. Feels like shit. It's really horrible when you have truly, completely given up and the only emotion you feel in your waking life is resentment for life and the world and people.