/lit/ - Literature

No amount of flattery can defeat the ugly reality of my utter inadequacy, any such remarks even worsen this by blatantly expressing a lie they know to be false in order for me to pretend i have something to offer when they too are convinced of the opposite. Passions and life goals are a means of bringing the fantasy of purpose, of competency, to life by acting upon them in the hopes that these synthetic dreams can one day be realized. One fool plays along the charade with the knowledge in his mind that he is only acting and one fool forfeits from life entirely, missing out on the lies the former enjoys. One fool copes by accepting his loss and one fool copes by overpowering his circumstances, both playing the same game whose only end is dust and ashes.

Post a pic or write something about someone else's pic, i'll start.

From naught came being
from ends came beginnings
when one eye shut
another went on glaring
Before time's poison
a drink so potent
a time before time
a moment before moments
until the last one

Anything for a Jacobin?