/lit/ - Literature

>>11496943
my man
>>11495471
Never before have I seen a picture that evoked such mixed feelings in such a short time. I was simultaneously sad, laughing, angry, feeling unpleasant...

A serie of stories happening during one warm autumn day in Helsinki
>First: A deeply religious and demented old man taking care of his paralyzed son, the tone is light and comical
>Second: A man is woken up hungover in the betonsuburbs by a talking hedgehog and they discuss their differences and lifechoices with the hedgehog coming on top in the discussion and in the end burying the man under leaves for winter as a man watches the scene from a street
>Third: Two men are are having extremely pseudo discussions, mostly comprised of quotes by wiser men, but they also show creativeness by telling eachother stories in a café, until the other tells a story which has a story inside it which has a story inside it etc. until a story told is their reality, and after realizing that, the cafe goes quiet and they notice that all the people have gone away from the restaurant after which the other man also disappears, leaving the other man alone to walk home
>Fourth: A con man considers what he has seen and done today (he sold fraud insurance to the jolly dementic of the beginning, saw a man buried by a hedgehog, people behaving abnormally) and decides to take a walk
>On his walk through the centrum of the city there is a huge traffic and a lot of people walking around hastily and looking worried, but it is strangely silent.
>A man is selling religious things (candels with Jesus etc.), but nobodies buying so the seller stops the con man for a chat.
>They discuss the happening and religion, showing that the "messenger of god" is a fraud too and the fraud also notices that the con man is not really an insurance man either.
>They take a walk to the Olympic stadium and note many more things happening around them, such as birds dying from flight and dropping down, making the fraud nervous.
>The frauds nervousness spreads to the con man, but he grows furious with the weakness that the fraud is showing and kills him by hitting his head with a metal pipe until it's pulp, then, calmly goes to Kaivopuisto, strips naked and goes to swim in the ocean.
>Fifth: A lonely and emotionless cashier gets off his work, gets drunk, harasses people that have been kind to him and goes to his home fortifying himself in by blocking the windows and doors with planks and furniture.
>Through the night he remembers times when he, in his private social games, won over other people and between puking and short sequences of sleep he grows increasingly cold and clinical about himself, his surroundings, things that are happening and things that have happened, building a certain cold nihilistic feel.
>When he wakes up, it is absolutely dark and he cannot tell what the time is and as he feels his way through the darkness he starts to notice that things aren't the way they used to be in his room. In the end he tears out the planks from the windows but everything is black and cold outside too, he can only see his reflection in the window

Feedback welcome, I'm actually trying to do something. Below is the original text, if you want to try to read it aloud and see how it sounds.

The reddening of the end of the night towards dawn coloured the smog floating over the flat field in to all of the shades of red and yellow; in the opposite direction the emerging light revealed clouds over the forest, plumpy and great, who hurried to bring Gods rain to the fields. All this was observed by the man.

Aamuyön pimeän punertuminen hämärää päin värjäsi alavan pellon yllä leijuvan sumun kaikkiin ruskan sävyihin; vastakkaisessa suunnassa lisääntyvä valo paljasti metsän yläpuolella pilviä, muhkuraisia ja suuria, jotka kiirehtivät tuomaan pelloille Jumalan sateen. Tätä kaikkea seurasi mies.

Aamuyön pimeän punertuminen hämärää päin värjäsi alavan pellon yllä leijuvan sumun kaikkiin ruskan sävyihin; vastakkaisessa suunnassa lisääntyvä valo paljasti metsän yläpuolella pilviä, muhkuraisia ja suuria, jotka kiirehtivät tuomaan pelloille Jumalan sateen. Tätä kaikkea seurasi mies.


English:
The reddening of the dawn's darkness towards dusk coloured the mist floating above low-lying fields into all of the colours of fall; in the opposite direction the growing light revealed that over the forest there were clouds, round and great, whom hurried to bring God's rain over the fields. All this was observed by the man.

>>8937082
People have their opinions, I never said that
But you can't deny, in a world that revolves around money, that large sums concentrating on certain sektors of an industry doesn't affect the preferences and motives of the industry
In this case it is simply a fact that as money poured into a certain style of art, it became wanted and eventually a trend

>>8937087
Yes, but I have a suspicion that there wasn't as much interest beyond the casual controversy in it. At least the sums of money moving in the business were not on the level that they became with CIA's systematic support

You are very judgemental, my friend

Posted this in an earlier thread, posting again

"Uskomuksista ja odotuksista" ("Of beliefs and expectations"), serie of stories happening during one warm autumn day in Helsinki
>First: A deeply religious and demented old man taking care of his paralyzed son, the tone is light and comical
>Second: A man is woken up hungover in the betonsuburbs by a talking hedgehog and they discuss their differences and lifechoices with the hedgehog coming on top in the discussion and in the end burying the man under leaves for winter as a man watches the scene from a street
>Third: Two men are are having extremely pseudo discussions, mostly comprised of texts of wiser men, but they also show creativeness by telling eachother stories in a café, until the other tells a story which has a story inside it which has another etc. until a story told is their reality, and after realizing that, the cafe goes quiet and they notice that all the people have gone away from the restaurant after which the other man walks alone to home
>Fourth: A con man considers what he has seen and done today (he sold fraud insurance to the jolly dementic of the beginning, saw a man buried by a hedgehog, people behaving abnormally) and decides to take a walk
>On his walk through the centrum of the city there is a huge traffic and a lot of people walking around hastily and looking worried, but it is strangely silent.
>A man is selling religious things (candels with Jesus etc.), but nobodies buying so the seller stops the con man for a chat.
>They discuss the happening and religion, showing that the "messenger of god" is a fraud too and the fraud also notices that the con man is not really an insurance man either.
>They take a walk to the Olympic stadium and note many more things happening around them, such as birds dying from flight and dropping down, making the fraud nervous.
>The frauds nervousness spreads to the con man, but he grows furious with the weakness that the fraud is showing and kills him by hitting his head with a metal pipe until it's pulp, then, calmly goes to Kaivopuisto, strips naked and goes to swim in the ocean.
>Fifth: A lonely and emotionless cashier gets off his work, gets drunk, harasses people that have been kind to him and goes to his home fortifying himself in by blocking the windows and doors with planks and furniture.
>Through the night he remembers times when he, in his private social games, won over other people and between puking and short sequences of sleep he grows increasingly cold and clinical about himself, his surroundings, things that are happening and things that have happened, building a certain cold nihilistic feel.
>When he wakes up, it is absolutely dark and he cannot tell what the time is and as he feels his way through the darkness he starts to notice that things aren't the way they used to be in his room. In the end he tears out the planks from the windows but everything is black and cold outside too, he can only see his reflection in the window

I'm 18, last year of high school
I am genuinely quite handsome and receive attention from girls I kind of like, but I find having conversations with them absolutely impossible
I was very lonely before I hit puberty, which made me an introvert and caused my drift to books and films, but now that I'm popular I find everything much more depressing and boring. I practically have everything I dreamed of when I was 10, but I don't know how to enjoy my privileges.
I don't know how to dance, I don't know the music people are listening to, I don't know how to/can't enjoy "hanging out", even though I force myself to go out with people almost daily at their request

Lost my virginity this spring to my long-time crush at a party and had a relationship of a few months. I got incredibly bored by her company and we shared practically zero interests, we had nothing to talk about that the other one would care about, we just had monologues of our interests and the other had to listen in order to keep the partner happy. In the end I turned a bit abusive and cut it off. We see each other in school but don't talk to each other and the chearleader team she's in is now rather hostile towards me.

The film I often watch when I feel awful is Ikiru, it is my favorite film. Watanabe's character is dying of cancer and realizes that he hasn't "lived" a single day of his life and tries frantically to enjoy life. When he fails, he asks a bubbly young woman, "How do you do it? How do you live?"

I also feel that my life is dwindling away even though I am young and should be enjoying life, but I just can't connect to the living people or have "the time of my life" smoking weed and banging girls. Most of the time I feel as if I have lots of company, but no friends.

How do you connect to other people? How do you live?

>>8322858
>your view of concept is just fucked up
Why is that? I think that as a concept it's pretty good, it has many layers and it can be (as it should be) interpreted as a story of one person, which is revealed through details during the novel