/lit/ - Literature

books... good subjects..... great prose..... thoughts emotions............. new....................... nothing

where do i start with philosophy? Absolute beginner and I have no idea where or start, got any tips?

>mfw reading the chapters where the Inrithi march through Carathay desert in TWP

This isn't suffering. You wouldn't know suffering if it came up and bit you in the face.

>at supermarket (woolies) checkout
>say "thanks have a good day" to the cashier
>he says "i'll try haha"
hang in there, brother

>>12999179
is there anything good left today?

>>11875646
>tfw 22 years old and have old Nick Land hairline
>tfw also a virgin
JUST

>browse 7 boards
>can make hours pass just reading bullshit and not even realise
it's a different kind of purgatory

>walk into my dad's office
>stand at full height and speak at a confident but assertive volume
>"dad, I've decided on my career path"
>"well it's about time, son. Your mother and I were getting very worried about your future; at 23 you're far too old to be living at home anymore. What did you choose? Medicine? Law? Engineering? Maybe something with computers?"
>look him dead in the eye
>"I want to be a writer"
>total silence
>his eyes glaze over for a moment and he stares out the window
>after about a minute he gets up from his office chair
>I stand about five inches taller than him but when he approaches me I feel like a little boy again
>dad: "so how are you going to make money?"
>"well at this point I'm just working on becoming competent at my craft, not so much financial success. I'll probably publish stories in small press magazines until I'm good enough to write a novel, but it'll be years, maybe decades, before I'll get that far, and even then financial success is far from assured--"
>he slaps me as hard as he can across the face
>I try to speak but he slaps me again
>he hasn't slapped me since I was a teenager
>dad: "let me know when you decide on a career. You're running out of time."
>I run out of his office and down to my basement room, tears streaming down my face
>fire up the laptop and open Chrome
>into the URL bar I begin to type: "4chan.org/lit/catalog..."

>wasted years of your life writing before you realized that music is actually the only true form of art

>walk into my dad's office
>stand at full height and speak at a confident but assertive volume
>"dad, I've decided on my career path"
>"well it's about time, son. Your mother and I were getting very worried about your future; at 23 you're far too old to be living at home anymore. What did you choose? Medicine? Law? Engineering? Maybe something with computers?"
>look him dead in the eye
>"I want to be a writer"
>total silence
>his eyes glaze over for a moment and he stares out the window
>after about a minute he gets up from his office chair
>I stand about five inches taller than him but when he approaches me I feel like a little boy again
>dad: "so how are you going to make money?"
>"well at this point I'm just working on becoming competent at my craft, not so much financial success. I'll probably publish stories in small press magazines until I'm good enough to write a novel, but it'll be years, maybe decades, before I'll get that far, and even then financial success is far from assured--"
>he slaps me as hard as he can across the face
>I try to speak but he slaps me again
>he hasn't slapped me since I was a teenager
>dad: "let me know when you decide on a career. You're running out of time."
>I run out of his office and down to my basement room, tears streaming down my face
>fire up the laptop and open Chrome
>into the URL bar I begin to type: "boards.4chan.org/lit/..."

What are some books about survival and/or physical isolation?