What you call a career is just a series of meaningless tasks strung together to justify your existence.

"On June 1, 1858, Mainländer set out on a journey through France to reach Italy, where he was to take a position at a commercial bank in Naples. The philosopher would spend five years in our country. This stay was of great importance for his intellectual development. His poetic vein was nourished - as the author recounts - by the suggestive landscapes of the South, and he even ventured to try his hand at classical meter. However, his Italian stay would also bring sad news. In his diary, which begins in 1859, Mainländer alludes with sadness to two unfortunate events: his secret beloved's engagement to another young man from Offenbach, and the suicide of his brother Daniel:

"This year my spiritual love (for a girl from Offenbach) was shaken to its roots, and my heart received two mortal wounds, which would certainly have healed with time, but still hurt from time to time. My soul later wore a light mourning band, to wear a heavier one later on."

According to Mainländer's autobiographical account, his brother had taken his own life in Messina. In some letters that arrived too late in Mainländer's hands, his brother begged him to come to him immediately. In a final letter, also arriving too late, Daniel told him that he would take his own life, since his brother had not arrived. Mainländer sank into sadness, which drove him to follow his old desire to become a soldier and seek death in battle."

Towards Absolute Nothingness: The Philosophy of Redemption of Philipp Mainländer By Fabio Ciracì

Everyone seeks their look. Since it is no longer possible to base any claim on one’s own existence, there is nothing for it but to perform an appearing act without concerning oneself with being - or even with being seen. So it is not: I exist, I am here! but rather: I am visible, I am an image - look! look! This is not even narcissism, merely an extraversion without depth, a sort of self-promot­ing ingenuousness whereby everyone becomes the manager of their own appearance.

Jean Baudrillard, The Transparency of Evil: Essays in Extreme Phenomena

Stalker (1979). dir. Andrei Tarkovsky

“I have often said, and oftener think, that this world is a comedy to those that think, a tragedy to those that feel.

This is a solution of why Democritus laughed and Heraclitus wept.” ...

However vast any person's basic reading may be, there still remain an enormous number of
fundamental works that he has not read.

Why Read the classics?

Italo Calvino, 1981

Ma nuit chez Maud (My Night at Maud's) (1969)
Directed by: Éric Rohmer (Six Moral Tales)

G.K. Chesterton once joked, “I am not absent-minded. It is the presence of mind that makes me unaware of everything else.”

recently picked up this contemporary lit fic, by an author I have never heard of before. once in a while people like sibhat come into the game defying the social norms and giving critical observations of what the society have hidden with stunning prose and mind you that sibhat was hated on back in the days to the point his books where taken out of the market, I honestly want to believe this dude wants to do that but lacks the critical part and only talks about his erotism makes me wonder if his an exhibitionist of sorts but yeah, this is a drop for me and I don't often take the time to hate on books but yeah this ain't it FAM this ain't it, maybe I'm wrong but if any of you finished it let me know.

> downloads a japanese film
> comes with a subtitle "cool"
> film starts 😂😭

what you can’t prevent and can’t deny you can at least fetishize

In the algorithmic hypercapitalist ad revenutopia, your phone is the real sissy hypno.