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.
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In the algorithmic hypercapitalist ad revenutopia, your phone is the real sissy hypno.
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Stop saying we can turn all philosophy into math.
Descartes already tried that and ended up not being sure if he had hands.
Descartes already tried that and ended up not being sure if he had hands.
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Nothing had changed. Their lives had been expended in cheerless labor, their wills broken, their intelligences numbed. Now they were in the earth to which they had given their lives; and slowly, year by year, the earth would take them. Slowly the damp and rot would infest the pine boxes which held their bodies, and slowly it would touch their flesh, and finally it would consume the last vestiges of their substances. And they would become a meaningless part of that stubborn earth to which they had long ago given themselves.
John Williams Stoner
John Williams Stoner