Started a book by a poster about xo’s favorite topic, it’s good so far
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Date: March 27th, 2024 10:24 AM Author: Aquamarine stock car
I read Tolstoy’s confession and it was good
I’m reading it because the dude sold only 200 copies so far, it was a passion project of his and his blog is decent
The writing is very strong so far but yes, I’m generally past the point of reading nihilism
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5509911&forum_id=2#47531536) |
Date: March 29th, 2024 10:01 PM Author: Aquamarine stock car
heres a peak where he discusses the greatness of reddit after a girl he likes doesn't respond to his text
"What I most like about the internet - well, what everyone likes about the internet, I suppose - is knowing that you are not alone in your suffering. Insofar as the anonymity of a forum displays the hidden qualia of otherwise atomized individuals in a centralized pool, its value lies in its honest ability to capture the media primate's daily existence on this orbiting hellscape. Only when you peel away the flesh of a man's face can you directly examine the contents of his consciousness, opening an unobstructed channel past the myriad filters of social calibration that constrain the public exhibition of his existential distress. Mental states are like resonant frequencies: they seek coherence and amplification from like-minded peers. Thus, the cure for loneliness is to plug into the lives of others; through the reciprocal interface of voyeurism and exhibitionism, you can relegate yourself to a single node among a collection of otherwise isolated individuals. This amounts to a networked vampirism - a sucking of energy from the lost, disaffected souls who spend days immortalizing their grievances onto the marks of a digital ledger. Perhaps the enlightened primate understands that transcendence emerges from the descent into the void, not the ascent into Valhalla.
If you stare at the screen long enough, you can hear the sound of their screaming.
In aggregate, they coagulate into a very particular feeling: the feeling of being in a place called hell. Yes, the internet is hell, and the reason it is hell is because we are in hell. On the internet you are always int he center of the pentagram, the focal point in a vast perimeter of interconnected souls screaming in unremitting torment, the primary conductor of a grand chorus reifying the subjective centrality of your own misery over and above the world's. There is no part of you that does not enjoy being among the suffering of others. The best thing about hell is that it contains other people."
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5509911&forum_id=2#47538320) |
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