/lit/ - Literature

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A classic indeed. I actually felt compelled to turn it into a radio drama myself
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZHZBrpziy7A

The graphics aren't great, since somebody else did them. Dude was from another country, and didn't quite get the "PBS / Public Radio" vibe I was going for. But I can't look a gift horse in the mouth, because he helped me with some of the audio-volume problems I was having.

The rest of it was 100% by me. Music choices, sound effects, voice acting... everything. I should probably do some other readings one of these days. We'll see if I ever get around to it lol

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no, i shall not

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Oink, I say. Oink.
https://voca.ro/1nBUYavvFycD

Hi advice anons. Im looking for books, writers, philosophers who have an extremely honest and productive view on lifestyle and how to live your life so you can say to yourself at the end of it you were content with it all. All Ive found so far are cringey self help books but would love something a bit more intellectually deep. Thank you.

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My resume is shitty so that doesn't help. I have kept in contact with many people from my program since graduation, and a majority of them have not found work in their field yet. In fact most of them are working minimum wage jobs. Perhaps I am too retarded to hire, but the fact of the matter is that technical writing/editing is a hard field to break into.

Brother! Please, I beg of you! See me with your eyes. Do you not see the face of your beloved brother who has always been by your side? Listen to my words, my plea! Don't you remember the days we spent frolicking in the mud and eating our oats together as companions? Don't you remember when he huddled for warmth in the cold, harsh winters? Don't you remember when I shared my oats with you? Don't you remember when I comforted you? Don't you remember the love I showered you with every day, every week, every month and every year of our shared lives? How could you forget me brother? Have you really doomed me to this meaningless existence, so vapid and empty? Is there truly no remorse left in you? I ask you, please, remember just one thing at least. It could be anything, it could be the most meaningless moment of your life, but so long as it is a memory of the time when we were once brothers I would feel a great relief. Could you do that at least? I do not require oats anymore, you may have all the oats you want for the rest of your life and I will happily starve to death in my dark corner, so long as you remember anything. Please brother, how many times must I ask you with no result? Do you wish me to waste my life away? Did you never love me at all brother? Did you despise me so much that you wished to imprison me to this hellish, inescapable reality? Grant me mercy brother, and tell me. Why have you done this? Was it really just the oats? Or was it something deeper, more vile and more cruel, something worse than gluttony and greed? What was it, brother, that tore you away from me?

For a novel, as with certain other things, length is not so important as girth

Brother, may I have some of your oats?

brother...

Would you spare me some of your oats brother?

Brother, dost thou hear it? The call—nay, the beckoning clarion—of the oats. It perturbs me to the quick, whispers to me words alluring, sibilant syllables.

Hark brother! I tell thee, though must hear it; though must abide with the temptation of the oats, if only to join me, to bear the burden that racks me so.

Oh, Christ! My provender is mastering me! It is upon me so, my desire made manifest—my oats.

This too, serves its role: my home is made the extension of my sufferings. This mud may be my nature; this fence may be my ken; this ruined barn may be my body.

And you, brother? Though art my companion in the land of the Lotus-eaters.