/lit/ - Literature

>>12461957
first step is to stop fetishizing "society." you'll never get close enough to its corpse to give it a proper autopsy, and all your doing so will only distract you from attending to the needs of your immediate circle which are very much alive by dint of the availability of your sentience, although by your OP pic who knows

turn an author's name into an oxymoron, i'll start with Swole Basedinka

>>11982467
Oh no
I'm finna bouta get dabbed on by Soros lmao

I was born in 1997, so whether I count or not is debatable. I think the vast majority of the people I know (strongly biased towards kids in college) buy wholeheartedly into "the internet is going to save the world as soon as those evil boomers die" meme, with reddity scientism and broken self-loathing that they try to lacquer optimism onto. The kind of people who think Nike's new ad campaign is unironically a great thing that will end racism and show those silly drumpftards, or the kind that think the president being retarded on twitter will show those silly libtards. Acutely aware of "brainwashing" that classical media pulls on older generations, but hilariously unaware of social media behaving the same way or of videogames and apps using blatant addiction psychology.
Maybe a quarter of them think critically enough to smell shit there, and all they're really left with is the sad mix of irony and impotent seething hatred you find here.
Overall I'd say you have a generation that's come to expect disappointment in their own lives and the world around them. They see evil everywhere (of the "that's racist" variety or the "that's political correctness" variety) and are incredibly cognizant of the fact that they will probably never be able to do a damn thing about it.

/lit/ self cringe thread, i'll start:

once my ex was going through my phone pics and she saw an image of my flaccid member in a library book—Albert Camus' The Plague.

you needed a cherry pie and so you ordered one

mama spooks had to throw out the old processor because it began inventing new colors. individuals sending smells as attachments. pal derby walking in circles chanting “the stoned guardian angel flowers on.” man. another day another world. cobweb killer my throat is the enemy of 40 nude baristas. london brother your hair is covering the mantras of tuesday acorns. la-doo. crumbling band-aid brain winds up discovering the pixelated beaches of californ-aye-ay. klingon secretary for short times my evening blossoms toward you. doo-la-lee. lily trundled to the best spot we got we got the best spot we got. billiard bubba blow my french silk balls when you can. “politely,” i plea; “politely,” i plea. apply leeway safely to the lever that struggles you up without failing. porta potty princess my lisp welcomes you home. yes my vest vexes me. minty monday leavin’ it up to drew barrymore. winter of suckitup monuments. lit candied drugs you errored there. live me again and again. song to song freed me into a good time with a real brother man tomorrow i will scoop the grass all finger-fed green. everyone in jumanji had hazel eyes. eradicate this indecision silas of the sovereign hills. who said to me “cherry pie grave digs the most ludicrous appetites.” minion of the yellow river you want it and you want it gone. i do things, making a simple offering. simplicity is blue, you know. it rains in front of me sometimes. surround sound meteor. pour me a churning rhythm over that plangent little sock.