/lit/ - Literature

I consider it art, the art of synthesized Ugliness. And not the kind of ugliness that represents force, terror, power, nightmares and destruction like a grotesque suicide or raging inferno, but the kind that shows the erosion of humanity, the entropy of passion, the death of the universe, the final lobotomy of the spirit. I despise it, but I respect it as art that represents the disease that infests the modern world and whose power lies in making beautiful things look even more beautiful.