Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery. Cormac McCarthy, The Road

Don’t worry kids, grade inflation has been going on so long, the people who could notice you’re not learning shit are dead.

What’s truly depressing is not that people live depressing lives, but that people choose to continue living that way.

We’re all just waiting to die.

I honesty think that most despair about the “Death of the West” and some sort of global catastrophe is really just anxiety over the fact that people are aware that the society we created is not sustainable. It operates mostly normally right now but once this generation of internet-obsessed sewer people obsessed with porn and mass media get put in charge? It’s almost impossible to imagine a future with these people. They don’t want to work, they’re poorly educated, they live in their computer screens more than the real world, they’re insincere and depraved, they constantly moralise and make political gains by manipulating people with a victimisation narrative, they’re profoundly mentally ill and often suicidal, and the list goes on.

Death isn’t what we think. Death is the permanent loss of potential. Giving up is dying. This is why I keep walking, although my steps are wobbly and nothing is certain in my life. Whenever something I have worked towards for years reaches completion, I know I’m alive.

Nietzsche was right about everything, hope is the worst of all evils.

People love the Internet even and especially when it ceases to love them back because it’s the distraction of distractions, and distractions are today’s substitute for hope as we’re all nihilists or positivists or whatever even if in denial. The Internet is so much worse than it was, and any satisfaction therein all but gone, but we’ll do anything to not look directly into the abyss before us, because the moment you make that eye contact you need to think about life in practical immediate terms, which is the last thing anyone wants to do.

There’s so many things I know I should do, and that I can do if only in some abstract technical sense. But I don’t do them. Instead I look at anything else. Isn’t this what’s meant by life denying? I’ve lived my entire so called life this way, it’s so hard in some inexplicable way to do anything, I never learned to learn, I want to want, and here at the end I realize there’s nowhere to begin. It’s not too late, but I want it to be, because with every passing moment what’s demanded of me, what should be done, it grows while my potential and strength shrink in proportion.

I’m so tired yet I’ve never done anything. I’d give anything to be 20 again to waste a few more moments in that buffer against reality called youth. Nothing would change likely, but I yearn for reprieve, and is that not why I’m writing this, to put a moment between me and starting …

What happened that made the majority of people prefer talking about things they hate instead of things they like?

I’m afraid of everything but death.

The meek are the lucky ones in a way, they still believe that it will all be alright in the end if they just keep doing the same shit humanity has been doing since dawn of time but this time with humility.

Your reward for a lifetime of doing anything is the same for the thiefs and the saints: they all go to the same dirt to rot.

There are some things that you know to be true, and others that you know to be false; yet, despite this extensive knowledge that you have, there remain many things whose truth or falsity is not known to you. We say that you are uncertain about them. You are uncertain, to varying degrees, about everything in the future; much of the past is hidden from you; and there is a lot of the present about which you do not have full information. Uncertainty is everywhere and you cannot escape from it.

Christianity and Abrahamic religions in general are just a comforting lullaby made by their respective clergies to lull those who labor and breed into believing there is meaning and value in devoting your life to servitude to the idea of perfect governance.

In the past it’s been common for people to fall through the cracks. Only now it seems those cracks have become pits in to which we’re being bulldozed by the engines of our misery - as if they’re mass graves of the human race, a final resting place for our hopes and dreams and all the ambitions we shall never see come to fruition.

But then again, spirituality and intellectuality are the same thing, as Rene Guenon said. Spirituality can absolutely be philosophical, in fact, I find spirituality that runs on emotion to be of an inferior sort.

I cannot divorce my exercise of spirituality from my pursuit of philosophy. When I am spiritually vitalized, I am spurred to investigate philosophy further. When I am spiritually dead, I don’t care one but for philosophy. This troubles me because I want a pure spirituality, unpolluted by inferior products of the human mind, and unleavened by worldly influence. I want to divorce Athens from Jerusalem, but I cannot practically do it.

May this putrid society burn to ashes and rot in hell.

People still pay their taxes generally. People still send their kids to school. People still believe in the system. People still do their groceries. People still go and work their job.

But there’s no life to it. The skeleton of the civilization is still around but there’s no organs to it. Culture, civilized life, gatherings, parties, everything is gone by now.

It can be compared to a chicken that got its head chopped off but still running around, creating the illusion that the chicken is still alive.

Journalists are an entire social class of corruption enablers, it is morally good that they be systematically eliminated.

Why is the Western elite so eager to wage forever wars against Muslims? Is it really just oil? Is it some other monetary incentive? Or are Westerners just useful idiots in someone’s millenia-long blood feuds? What is the incentive exactly?

Modern technology over the past decade has been developed specifically to waste as much of your time as possible and form addiction. Every institution has hooked into these processes as well, making school or work even more screen-burdensome. You are a product of a sad age. The best you can do is take preventative measures in those brief moments of motivational clarity. Set up systems to trick you into doing the right thing. Put a lock on your phone. Make it black and white. Put everything in sub folders. Unplug the PlayStation. Get website blockers. Put books all around your house near every chair. Put writing utensils on every surface. Unsubscribe to services. The point is to make that five seconds of slipping into screens harder and the five seconds of resistance to life easier.

It’s a total collapse of truth and common sense.

The biggest lie is that modern Westeners actually dislike what’s happening to their country and are seeking change, most of them either don’t care as their lives are one long McDonalds binge, or are so brainwashed that they would easily sell out their own countrymen for social points. There’s no culture left in Europe simply because it doesn’t serve the modern capitalist mindset and there’s no apparent practical use for it. For most people their country’s “culture” is go to school, then get a lifelong 9-5 job and try and not kill people while you get wasted on the weekends, that’s it, there’s nothing else.

The vast majority don’t see anything wrong with what is happening around them and the few who do feel somewhat uneasy about it are scared shitless of being outed as a racist, a mysogynist, a homophobe, a rightwinger, etc.

Things will just keep getting worse and worse, bit by bit, and people will learn to adjust to increasingly lower standards without a word of complaint. Just like they always did.

The way to failure was unsuspectably long and full of false promises and hopes, good feelings, great highs, even bigger lows, but the following immediate improving created the illusion that things still aren’t as bad. At some point though, the falling airplane speeding at the same time had to brutally crash at some point, with no hopes of repairment.

And now that your life is slowly getting back to order, after so many efforts, you’re about to epically fuck everything up again.

Racism will never go away because people will always judge others based on appearances. Trying to force equality by crushing one side and worshipping another just causes a push back. In essence it’s vanity. Blacks get uncomfortable with the worship, they feel like a coddled child in the hands of whites who want to make themselves look good.

There’s zero point discussing art or philosophy with people who don’t share your basic sensibility. Just a waste of energy on both sides.

It’s really telling that we live in a culture that resents beauty.

Somebody told me if I wanted a job I should go stack shelves in a supermarket.

I tried that once, I went into a Walmart and cleared off the shelves with a mop I found and then I started stacking them up again to impress the manager. Do you know what happened next? They called the police.

Trust me now, stacking shelves ain’t easy to get into.

Have you ever noticed how freely people in the past wrote in their diaries or letters in a kind of sombre, dramatic tone about their own lives. Whereas people now would find this tone embarrassing and overly serious. I wonder what caused this shift culturally.

I guess people can’t comprehend anything being completely private. Lots of things caused it, reducing the amount of alone (private) time in people’s lives, gradual revealing (and acceptance) of constant government surveillance and the associated mantra of “nothing to hide, nothing to fear”. Alongside that last point, this increasing cultural fear of any outsiders. It’s just the general stranglehold on humanity by the powers at be, tightening and forcing people to capitulate more and more into a generic human completely in line with current ideals until they eventually learn to never express anything daring even to themselves.

While most of the book is overrated, I love how in 1984 it is all about getting him to say 2 + 2 = 5, they don’t care if he believes it (yet), they just need to get him gradually more and more on board with submitting to the system, knowing this outward submission will inevitably make him more submissive even on his own thoughts.

I would say that we live in difficult times. I would say that a lot of us have had to cobble everything together the best that we can, without any guidance. Where others were able to rely on institutions, we stand or fall on our own. It’s a sad state, and if I knew you better, I could probably find a dire contradiction in you, and you in I.

I think a collapse is imminent. People sleep, deny it, say it ain’t gonna happen, but they already collapsed, living without a reason to live, working without a reason to work, relaxing without a reason to relax, everything around us became stale, and boring. 50 years ago people still had a life outside staring at the screens. We don’t stare at the screens because the screens are around, we stare at the screens because doing things like playing chess, going on a hike have become too demanding; and those who still do those things do them in plain solitude. Everything is falling asleep, but not in some ideal isolated village type of way, more like some sort of continual withering away.

I’m not addicted to pessimism, I’m just a realist. Singularity won’t happen. Technology hasn’t advanced since 2010. People don’t do shit anymore except pretending to do things, and stare at the screen all day.

The world is fated to become a globalised South Africa sooner or later.

Everyone is just using quick fixes to fill the holes inside themselves, friends.

Maybe there’s nothing. I’m just wandering down alleys and wet concrete tunnels and hoping I find a way out of it all. You know. You walk around aimlessly on purpose because you hope to run into the thing you want out of sheer random chance. There’s this image in my head, a person finding a door in between the endless highway overpasses and dumpsters and passageways marked “do not enter” or “authorized personnel only”, a door only he can open. Somewhere only he can go. It’s a nice picture. But all it does is get him to get lost in a rough part of town every night. I hope that door really exists. Otherwise one night I’ll find myself in unknown foggy back streets under flickering orange lights and lose the way back home and not find it again.

The thing about the USA = USSR comparisons is that, while accurate, they’re not very flattering to America, especially not long-term. The Soviet Union and its empire didn’t even last 100 years. America’s empire has basically lasted 80 years, in its current global form, and it’s already starting to creak.

Compared to centuries of imperium by the Romans or the Spanish or the British, it’s not looking good.

Maybe life would be more enjoyable if everyone was nomadic. But we gave up on that all those years ago because we wanted to be overpopulated and overcrowded, susceptible to disease, dumber by domesticating ourselves, and oppressed by the rule of a few who created states of slavery and taxes.

I think the resentment for the total incompetence of the people who call the shots for this civilization and for this civilization in general is mounting.

I don’t think the world is going to fall to pieces in the next years, I think it is going to be counterfeited. The process already began, but it will be more obvious. The idea of “society falling to pieces” contains the optimistic hope of a spring to follow winter. It is why most doomsayers and survivalists are just long-term optimists.

There is no spring coming, instead we will have an endless false-summer. We enter now an age of synthetic digital bloom, everything fake. Fake objects, fake subjects, fake relations and correspondences between fake objects and subjects mediated falsely. Digital samsara. The truth will be fake, and the lies will be worse. You will not know yourself, but you will be fake so its not a big deal anyway.

In these postmodern, hyperreal, 21st-century times in which we find ourselves, the lines between the real and virtual, the genuine and the artificial, the simulacrum and the simulated, and ultimately the true and the false themselves, have broken down. Read Simulations by Jean Baudrillard.

Is having a compelling life story just a consequence or fate? It seems like some people are born to do certain things with their lives and all of the details of their lives add up to one grand vision, while others are born with no particular purpose at all and are just going to be forgotten as soon as they die.

Truly, the best of life is that which you experience in childhood. Emotions are primitive. Thoughts are simple, straightforward and surface level. Life is thus, uncomplicated. A machine in its first epoch. I truly feel sorry for people who grew up in abusive homes, and to untrustworthy, unstable care-givers. You will never experience with the same well meaning naivety. The same fresh idealistic hope. It all owes to a juvenile nervous system, and a blissful lack of experience.

Leaving social media really helped me to see how vile it can be: it is a sea of misinformation and viral content, echo chambers that amplify mindsets and negativity, and algorithmic control of media. And of course there is the monetization part: ads, influencers shilling products, and personal data being bought and sold like a commodity.

A PhD degree is a Ponzi scheme that feeds on the dreams of youth.

I feel like normal people rarely, if ever, read for pleasure or to acquire knowledge. The overwhelming majority of what they read is worthless pop history, pornographic romance novels, or literature that never really ventures past such profound takes as “bad people bad”, “rural white people are weird and icky”, or “superheroes!!!”. Even if I politically agreed with them I couldn’t fathom enjoying what they read because it’s all so shallow and one note.

Actual Eastern Europeans are mostly drowned in the media-political spectacle this war has been turned into, and the reality has left their side long ago. And I guess there’s nothing they can do about it anymore but sit and watch as a two year long tragedy is mangled and distorted into pig slop for terminally-online hyper-politicised Americans.

Keep a bird feeder by a window, ideally the kitchen, it’ll pass the time when you’re washing up.

I think boredom is a privilege, because I can afford to be bored. Shows that I am financially stable enough not to worry about the things people otherwise might worry about. Thousand years ago I wouldn’t be bored, definitely.

The pessimistic foot fetishist sees a woman putting her shoe back on.

The optimistic foot fetishist sees a woman just having taken her shoe off.

The shoe fetishist sees the shoe.

Embrace eccentricity. Magnify your strengths, weaknesses and passions, become a caricature of yourself.

When life gets too hard I close my eyes and pretend the world has fast-forwarded 100 years. Everyone I know is gone, and their memories of me are gone with them. I close my eyes again, and I find myself sitting on top of a mountain, a hundred thousand years from now. Everyone is dead. Here, I am the only human left alive. I look at the beach below and the waters are pristine and teeming with microscopic fluorescent life. Earth has recovered. I sigh as I remember how hard I was on myself when I was alive.

A sheep is told its whole life to fear the coyote only to be eaten by the shepherd.

Modern travel is an inauthentic experience that accounts for nothing except an opportunity for bourgeois fuckwits to humblebrag on Instagram about their trip to Bali or something.

The history of the United States is like watching a derailed train crash and burn in slow motion over centuries. And that’s a problem because if you live in a Western country, you are a colony of the US, whether you like it or not. Because of this, whatever happens in the US is unavoidably going to effect its colonies as well. Politically, culturally, economically, Europe has become completely inseparable from the US.

Life is but a blink of the eye of consciousness, only the delusional suffer from main-character syndrome.

Being around an unintelligent human is hell.

A salary is the gamification of slavery.

Most people live their lives toiling away in prisons of their own design. They build a life for themselves and spend decades upkeeping a facade.

Pity the dreamers, for they know nothing of the stars.

I used to be perceived as a “very online” person, but now people see me as a sort of luddite. It’s not that my own relationship with technology has changed that dramatically, as everyone else is much more plugged-in than they were just a few years ago and I didn’t keep up. I am routinely stunned by how extremely online the average person I meet out and about is.

Capybaras are more noble than a vast majority of people.

Programming used to be about engineering cool software.
Now it’s highschool drama where everyone talks about the best way to do things and nobody ever does anything.

What do you plan to do to make your life worth it?

The large majority of people could reduce their daily spoken sentences by 99% and output the same level of truly valuable information as they were prior.

I used to look at the Internet and go “this is humanity’s greatest achievement”. Now can barely look at it at all.

Most people suffer because they don’t realise what kind of game they’re playing. They were raised under the mistaken notion that life kinda falls into place. No, if you want anything in this life, you gotta fight tooth and nail for it. And if one method fails, you have to try another. And that’s all it comes down to.

Culturally-relevant is an oxymoron in 2023.

Is a dignified and noble life even possible in modern times?

Literature has been obsolete for decades, cinema is dying right now and theatres are on the brink of extinction. Popular music is a joke, television is oversaturated and mediocre. Video games are hardly artistic. Where exactly are we going to search for art in the future? Where are profound and important stories going to be told?
Sometimes it feels like the beginning of the end.

My biggest fears are:

  • Having a tree fall on me while I sleep.
  • Lightning.
  • Bears.

Now picture a bear in a tree, lightning strikes the tree, the tree and bear fall on me.

Remember when you had a soul?

Pray for a world where children become wolves.

Why is Taylor Swift so popular when compared to other pop singers? Is it because her fans like to self insert as an unremarkable white girl who thinks herself deep, special, sensitive and misunderstood when in truth they’re just boring in the most average way possible and the reason they can’t maintain any kind of relationship for long is because their narcissism pushes people away? I also notice a tendency among her fans to victimise themselves in the most self-centred way while being unsympathetic to the struggles of others.

I miss old public TV shows … There was so much decency and stability ingrained in some of the things from last century. I miss the old world, the world I grew up in, before everyone lost their minds.

One day all this shit will make sense, but until then all we can do is keep plowing through it and overwhelming the evil of the world with more good.

This is the worst time to be an ordinary decent person in human history. Never before has a society so consistently favoured and boosted ugly people while crushing decent people, and the worst of all is that the decent people think this is just “life” or “the way it is”. It’s not. This is notably weird.

Rich get richer.
Poor get poorer.
All this while the establishment that enslaves us destroys the environment. Meanwhile the same establishment tells us its our fault the environment dies and not the big corporations. Those in power can only uphold the current state with hardcore propaganda and some look through it and others don’t. So its people against people, both hate society for the same reasons but come from a different argumentation.

There are people out there who are permanently glued to their phones. You might not remember the photos you liked, the memes you upvoted after a few weeks, in that split second you chose to give in, pay attention for that shot of dopamine. At the end of the day, that post wouldn’t have improved your life, and to be honest you probably don’t even remember it.

The ultimate truth is that it’s never going to get better.

Technology is a political meat cleaver.

A layer of moss and rust over the dreams of the past is a more dignified end than to have their dreams twisted to serve monsters.

How can users take control of their computing (needs) when they’re not in control of themselves?

Why are “world organisations” obviously funded by big corporations so obsessed with “dis-” and “mis-“information? And why do they use these words and not “truth”?

Do you ever feel insulted by how dumb Hollywood thinks you are?

Maybe it’s not the Internet that’s dying, it’s the society in general.

The commercialisation of the Internet and its consequences have been a disaster for the human race.

The most beautiful secrets of the universe, when shared with undeveloped souls, only gather their imperfection.

Onlyfans: The men live a fantasy, the women sell their souls (and bodies), and neither is the better for it.

In the land of the blind, the one eyed man is king.

Not only does capitalism put the sociopaths in control of the world, they hire the psychopaths to defend their property.

I wonder if the time we live in is actually a fleeting halfway point between two extremes - one in the past where a “man-made” material was something like carbon steel or wood stain and in which humanity lived with a healthy respect for the natural world, if not at the mercy of it, and the other extreme being a world where a healthy natural birth of any organism is a rarity, where the biosphere is so polluted that cell reproduction at any scale involves copying errors, and where human life is uncertain. I hope I’m wrong, but I simply don’t trust the natural inclination of medical and chemical corporations to cover up harmful effects of their products for the sake of profit.

I tend to feel not like we live literally at the end of the world, but at something that feels a lot like it. I think it’s just a particularly bad time to be alive in some respects. Same as we can look at ancient people and point out that many of them were short and malnourished but natural, after us they’ll be able to point out that we were tall and very nourished, but had hormonal and chemical problems, etc. if this epoch makes it into anything resembling history books at all. It never occurred to the Romans to go dig up Troy. It’s possible it never occurs to the people after us to dig us up. This world and the lives on it may just end up buried with us, and one day the world returns to normalcy while all of this just fades out into unremembered history.

People are bloodthirsty sheep, our leaders care only about profit, and the dawn of every day while still under a functioning global civilisation is a miracle with these people around.

Heraclitus once said that “No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and he’s not the same man.” I guess in our times, the internet is the said river.

Create a university in your mind and get your degree in philosophy there.

I believe one of the biggest cause of the decline of literature is the collapse and subsequent disappearance of writers’ communities. Online forums just cannot substitute for real living communities and for the first time in history, all artists not only need to work for a living but have no artist communities to access.

Writers who hang out and influence each others’ work, sometimes they even live together. They largely do not exist. Writers exist basically alone. They aren’t influenced by anyone let alone other living writers. That’s a huge detriment. They should exist in communities of thinkers or creators. Cormac McCarthy is noted for hanging out with scientists for example. But the typical aspiring writer today is basically alone, works a shitty job where he connects with no one, maybe even works remote and has no social contact, and writes alone off the clock. He might not even have any friends, let alone creative friends.

Life is just a game we play together. Nothing is more pathetic than a loser crying about being a loser.

In a sea of people looking for a meaning I’m fine without it.

In what state do you suppose the western society would’ve been in nowadays, had the internet not been invented or somehow not been commercialised? Supposing everything else that’s not strictly a by-product of commercialised internet usage stays the same.

What baffles me about entertainment technology is how atomised it is. People used to sit in packed cinemas to watch films, families used to gather around the radio and, later, the TV, to listen and watch. Friends used to meet up at the arcade and take turns playing games. Of course, all of these things still happen, but many more people own personal devices now and can cut themselves off entirely from other people, immerse themselves totally in individual entertainment. Consequently, we spend less time in public space and spend more time alone.

I don’t know if this is a bad thing or not. At the end of the day, it’s just entertainment.

Technological progress is inevitable, as if one civilisation does not progress it will be succeeded by one that does. For all the benefits technology does provide however, it curses us in a sense and makes us weaker as individuals. While a society which provides every resource necessary for its people’s survival means more leisure and greater ease-of-living, it inevitably ensures that those people become entirely dependent on it.

Technology has not yet brought about the horrors of this curse yet, although the beginnings have appeared - a rising rate of suicide and depression, the normalisation of hedonism, medication as a treatment for any mental issue (mental issues being in large part brought about by the technologically-advanced society) and mass disenfranchisement. The increasing political rift is a symptom of technology’s curse. People have no connection to their labour, they do not build anything, they work mindless jobs and fill the lack of meaning in their lives with popular culture.

However as the void within them becomes greater and greater they feel a need to lash out - they increasingly identify with movements that give them the sense of purpose they desperately seek, as can be seen in the expansion of both left and right-wing radical groups. In future, people will only increase their dependence on technology. The last barrier, transhumanism will be our downfall. Technology will advance to the point where we will lose what makes us human. We will have a “utopia”, but this is such a worthless thing to aim for. We decide the existence of a utopia based on how happy people are, but overstimulation and perpetual joy are not the paradise people think they are. We’re heading for a Brave New World-esque society, and it is inevitable.

I despise how academics think they can reconstruct the exact personality, mindset, and worldview of people they’re so far removed from.

I call this digital entropy, instead of more diversity forming, you automatically get less diversity over time.

We create ecosystems of control, reduced environment where we isolate ourselves. We just want to be alone in the whole world, to feel that our surrounding only exists for us. That is the slow death wish to return to the mother’s womb. Experiencing this trauma of birth is what it means to be human and we’re just applying its logic on eon’s length, on the scale of ages. It’s like an archetype, a symbol, or, if you consider it alive (you are after all and it is within you), a spirit or a god. It rules our lives.

One of the key features of life in the 2020s is the inability to feel like anything is worthwhile. If you want to do anything, someone will tell you why it’s retarded. The only thing people are recommended to do is become programmers and engineers and get rich from that.

Everyone should engage in both personal journaling (the sacred art of exploring your ongoing life story with yourself) and dedicated daydreaming: closing one’s eyes and letting the thoughts and imagination flow freely from topic to topic and exploring tangents without any “goal” except to explore, experience, and reflect.

Do you not realise that there’s ecstasy to be found in subjecting yourself to the tireless onslaughts of information overload that characterise our postmodern existence? We find ourselves in the middle of a paradigm shift, so naturally there are vestiges of modernism in your outlook on life, but they’re something you ought to work on eliminating. There’s positively no point in clinging to old, decrepit, decayed ideas that are of absolutely no use in postmodernity.

Embrace the fact that reality is disappearing and that your attempts to hold onto it and engage in the same ways of living as people before our time did, are ultimately futile. The best chance you have is to live in accordance with the times. From a modernist standpoint, of course the prospect of postmodernity is very black but the fact of the matter is that there’s no reason to be troubled or upset by this changing of the guard. Systems change, they get replaced, they transform themselves.

Your attempts to hold onto old values and modes of being is nothing more than trying to use a cup to collect water that has evaporated. What you’re trying to grab no longer has the form it once had and the implements that were suited for the old form are completely useless for the form that it has taken.

I always get the latest news from graffiti in gas station bathrooms.

Maybe people shouldn’t live rootless, urbanised, atomised lives that revolve entirely around their careers or personal pleasures? Maybe we need a place to call home, where our ancestors lived and where we grew up, and you need to have traditions passed down to you that tie you to that home. One of the greatest evils of the modern first world is creating an environment and culture where you have to break away from your home and your traditions in order to succeed.

A lot of factors are behind this whole thing, like the industrial revolution changing the structure of society or philosophical currents changing the common man’s understanding of his place in the world.

I truly hope there is a solution to this, but the outlook is pretty grim right now. The future seems to be a disgusting soup of AI-generated human-interaction bots endlessly tailoring content that segregates people into asocial, genderless, uncaring, totally atomised bubbles.

The world is getting smaller and changing faster. It’s hard to have any sort of roots in a place that is constantly changing in terms of population and landscape.

The dream was over before it was ever a dream.

There’s nothing at the end of time.

You just get to sit in an air-conditioned pod in front of a screen pressing buttons and have everything delivered to your door for 80 years and then die from a tumour in your colon or lungs.

This is the peak of human existence.

Most people don’t even have careers anymore, they have meaningless jobs that serve bureaucracy.

All this talk about the left and the right, but we have forgotten about the up and the down.

Historians are like pimps who prostitute the past to the highest bidder.

Sometimes I feel like I have lived for a million years. Nothing impresses me. The world has lost that variegated effect by which its infinitely shifting angles catch the light in striking new ways as it revolves. Without anything to impress me there’s nothing to excite me, no reason for me to either accept or reject the proposition of life. All that remains is a sort of mild annoyance, a pitiful resentment of life that lacks even the violence or strength to boil over into despair or anger. And so I drift through my days, alienated from past, present and future, without even the power to contest, rival, or desire anything.

If you put a drop of blood in a sea of piss, it’s still a sea of piss.

I miss being bored. In my lifetime we went from too little to too much. Too much information. Too much data. Too many songs.

Do one thing at a time, multitasking is counter-productive.

Being good means having the courage to speak the truth even when it’s uncomfortable or painful. It means standing up for what is right, regardless of the political, financial or social consequences. It’s about refusing to enable destructive behaviours or enable mental illness, even if it may seem easier or more palatable at that moment.

I remember seeing a woman whispering to herself at a bus stop when I was a kid. At that time, I thought “Crazy woman, crazy city”. But I’m having full conversations with myself now.

I am haunted by the failures of my own novels I aborted in my youth.

What does it matter if we have medicine to cure a bunch of diseases if people can’t afford them, what does it matter if we pump out excess food that would make the biggest glutton blush if people can only afford mac and cheese, what does it matter if we have build architectural marvels that touch the skies if our people live under a bridge?

The moment you stop fearing death is the moment you lose your religion.

The real tragedy of modernity ushered in by the liberal enlightenment is that we replaced priests, monks, prophets, warriors, poets, and artists with lawyers, scientists, and engineers. And we wonder why everything is so sterile and miserable.

When I was younger I would’ve never imagined reading about how society collapses that it would be possible to live in a society that’s undergoing the exact same process with the exact same symptoms and yet for everyone to turn a collective blind eye and live in self-delusion about how things are actually better now than ever.

No matter under what flavour of a system we are, the rulers are going to be corrupted by power, the elite are going to be greedy opportunists vying for power and control, the people will be oblivious and borderline retarded and anyone stupid enough to try to change anything will be crucified by the same people he is trying to save, either before he can even make any change or after the old powers have been overthrown.

You can change the system, you can change the rulers but you can’t change people, any system with humans in it will eventually become a corrupt hellhole with nepotism and cronyism running rampant until another group who has their heads together overthrows them and the cycle begins anew.

You know, there is a paradox in the situation of these people who live in their mothers’ basements and eat fast food, watch cartoons and smoke pot at age 35. On one hand, they seem to enjoy a kind of infantile hedonism, indulging in their pleasures without any responsibility or guilt. On the other hand, they are also the perfect consumers of late capitalism, obediently following the dictates of the market and the ideology of choice. They are at the same time primitive yet ultramodern.

Every day you lose more rights and freedoms as the neo-aristocrats seize more power for themselves.

You hate how corporate the internet has become, you watched something nice be completely irreparably demolished by the flaws of capitalism, and you had a front row seat.

Our understanding of history is a mass hallucination that we share with others.

I don’t take advice from people who look like ventriloquist puppets.

Most of the people you meet are empty shells of desire. Most of the words you hear and utter are vacuous nothings. The look in their eyes is the gaping of a mouth preparing to consume you.

One of the most depressing things for me over the last few years is realising just how far gone many, maybe even most, people are.

People are so bored and burnt out, at the same time they invent fantasy issues to substitute for the fact that their day-to-day life is a bland dystopia.

Political ideologies are an on/off thing, not a spectrum. People who believe otherwise are either people who do not take the core logic and premises of their ideologies to their logical conclusions (usually because they simply didn’t think about it that terribly hard), or otherwise people who are afraid that the ideology on whose back they reached their comfortable destination will be the same ideology that robs them of what they got out of it.

They liked and supported liberalism when it provided advantage after advantage to them, but have since started to become increasingly reactionary after they started to feel the ground slipping from under them. I guess the relationship between christianity and the “metaphysical left” are quite similar, the catholic church liked acting metaphysically left when it helped them against the old pagan elite of the late empire, but they have also become the pillar of reaction against modern libs who in turn put them in the same position as they once put the pagans.

I guess one could also conclude from all this that political ideologies are like clothes one wears, wearing a different one to different occasions, depending on whatever is most advantageous and appropriate at a particular moment. But that would mean admitting that political ideologies are mere masks for underlying tribalistic group concerns, which is a conclusion I don’t think the overwhelming majority of people are ready to swallow.

The left has gone insane, but their façade was well known by the real left for a long time.

I don’t think you should increase women’s representation in the workplace by hiring thousands of men dressed as women.

“We don’t allow political discussions.” Translation: “We don’t allow people who don’t agree with our politics.”

I lost all my faith in humanity.

Entertainment is a double edged sword, it makes your life much more enjoyable but indulge too much and it wastes your limited time and ruins your life. There is nothing I dislike more than people who live just in their heads and refuse to do anything physical at all. We are both of the physical and abstract world, its okay to favour a side but to completely deny it is a castration of what it is to be human.

The latest surge in retro-computing is about more than nostalgia, it’s also a reaction to the truly sorry state of modern computing.

People are constantly cultivating a profile that they’d like to identify with, rather than simply being what they are.

2023: Tell your mother you love them.

Traditional publishing is dead, but those places might help get you into conventions and stuff to sell your book. Generally though regular old publishing houses are really poor at helping authors and really tend to open them up to scams like paying to join a club so you can vote on the Nebulas and get nothing else in return. Publishers don’t give you any help with insurance, taxes, and any other number of the side aspects of being a writer. Writers that work hard get ahead and most already in the traditional publishing world would self-publish if they could.

I personally think books are going to get more popular as people get bored of shitty video-games and movies. A book is literally like the most expensive and personal movie without any compromises or shortcomings that either of those first modifiers normally require. And self published digital books can be sold for like $4 and still come out good for the author so it’s a low investment for prospective customers.

If you like writing you should do it because you enjoy doing it, but also the goal of writing is to be read. It’s just imaginary without that. Remember that writing just for money sucks, if you really want to make money it’s about trying to find a market need, research it, it’s a lot of extra stuff.

Very few people get to be Stephen King and write piss and get paid for it.

I could help you
but I won’t.
Because I can’t.

The whole need for socialisation is nothing more than people trying to justify their empty lives by gathering around each other and hearing constant acceptance from others, as if that mattered.

Silicon Valley is full of sore winners (and losers).

Socialising is a weird disease, you can see how empty the lives of people addicted to it are.

I’m thinking about getting together with some friends to pay into a fund to house our websites after we die. That part shouldn’t be too hard (the funding, the dying part is quite simple), I just haven’t tried to set something like this up because it’s a pretty morbid thing to ask.

Our ghosts could live forever, if we help each other!

Remember when people used to surf the internet, instead of visiting the same four pages that all hate their users?

The internet used to be a place for free expression and creativity, but now it’s dominated by a few big companies that control what we see and hear. We’ve lost the sense of community that once existed online, and it’s been replaced by a culture of consumerism and conformity. But don’t worry, there are still places on the internet where you can find like-minded people and share your ideas. Keep searching and you’ll find them!

Do millennials dream of heterosexual romantic love?

I am very interested in human thoughts, just not the human that comes with it.

When we die, we become nutrients to other organisms, we are decomposed, mainly by bacteria if we are buried. These bacteria will be eaten by bigger bacteria, then moving up the food chain, from protozoans up to birds and reptiles and mammals of any kind.

But I’m gonna shoot my corpse into the sun. No fucker is gonna get my HARD EARNED molecules, that’s for sure.

Cultures should evolve and new cultures should form in modern environments. That doesn’t mean every ‘modern’ country has to build the same buildings, wear the same clothes and standardise their letter layouts the same way. Modernising doesn’t mean watching Marvel movies.

Internet is the greatest censorship machine ever created, replacing material with virtual. Before you could censor books and newspapers but the rulers of the past couldn’t even imagine being able to censor the stuff you see with your own eyes by covering it with various screens.

With the wind in my hair,
And the rain on my face,
I’ll harden my heart,
And quicken my pace.

Our folly is that we confuse knowledge with information. The efficiencies of software compel us to flatten the human dimension into a friction-less relay for information surfaces. Thought is the enemy in this system. It is slow, inefficient, irregular—it can’t be automated. Chatbots exist to eliminate slow thought, as thought stands in the way of capital at the speed of light. Weightless, mass-less, information capital, mined out of thin air. Those of us left standing after it has mutilated the economy will be reduced to midwives birthing a thoughtless world.

I simply do not care anymore. Call it indifference, call it lethargy, call it demoralisation, I don’t care. I simply do not care and there is nothing anyone can say or do to make me care.

I don’t want to be caught up in society and the world, I want to be closer to God and his unspoiled creation, because the latter provides what the former only promises.

If you’re just an average person, there may be a lot of things worth doing in your life, but if you look at it from the outside perspective, it might look dull and mundane. The value of your life doesn’t depend on if it entertains a hypothetical observer, it should entertain yourself living it. Besides, a lot of people who do end up epic characters of some sort with ‘a lot to show for themselves’, like Hemingway or Einstein, end up buying into their own LARP and ultimately become a miserable person trapped in a character. It’s like sacrificing your well-being to your ego. And ultimately all of it turns to dust and even the greatest figures in history are barely remembered.

Better to live for living than for the story of your life. That said, it’s never too late to start making interesting choices and crafting a wild adventure for yourself. That, in itself, can be a very worthwhile way to live. I just think you shouldn’t get too hung up on it in terms of a narrative or legacy.

The apple does fall far from the tree if you’re an ant.

I have a beating heart, a healthy body and a mind capable of dreaming. This is all I need. No greater comfort will ever exist.

It’s a good time to learn to garden, I guess. The internet was fun for a couple decades, but soon it’ll be cable TV-grade through and through.

Search engine crawlers no longer function as they once have, they have been neutered to push you towards sites that fill the narrative. Most web pages are now lost or difficult to find if you don’t know the link. Internet etiquette has degraded. Corporations have decided they must have control over every aspect of the Internet. The amount of sites the average person visits has dropped dramatically due to growth of big tech websites, competition is non-existent or irrelevant causing stagnation. Good luck getting anyone to use your new site without controversy of a major player on the field to make people switch.

You feel like you are talking to bots? That’s because most people are literally walking bots and their iPhone has granted them access to the net without broadband or a desktop; unleashed to discourse their undesired opinions and thoughts.

Our ‘purpose’ is not to work 40 hours a week so someone else can live a better life.

The American ruling class has been utterly divorced from the consequences of their reckless interventions, and because the strength of their MSM propaganda is so powerful, I believe they have collectively ’lost the plot’, so to speak, and have begun to like the smell of their own bullshit, that is to say, they are completely taken in by the astroturfed rhetoric that is meant to manufacture consent among the public at large, i.e. the proles, and the petite bourgeoisie. Because they actually believe their own ridiculous lies about ‘human rights’ and intervening to ‘protect freedom and democracy’, they keep implementing failed strategies that were only ever meant to be used for expedience, and when relevant. They will keep trying to fuck around with Russia, China, Iran, DPRK, Venezuela, and so on until they are utterly and completely dismantled. Soon the only people left on the world stage who believe the Americans will be the Americans themselves.

I have somehow accidentally become a morally good person.

Failure might be better than success. You learn much more from it and become a better person.

You probably know Friedrich Nietzsche’s famous quote “When you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back at you.” I’d rather say: stare harder. Feel the coldness enter your bones. When you are one with it, force it to embody the meaning you carry. You’re not stuck here with the void, the void is stuck here with you.

I’m pretty sure Hillary Clinton has cute old lady hobbies when she’s not orchestrating war crimes in the Middle East.

Every now and again something will happen that’s so stupid it could only happen in real life because it it happened in a book people would say it were bad writing. I live for these stupid moments.

You live in a world where movies are deemed good or bad by the composition of the production staff. Statements are factual depending not only on who says it, but why they say it. Products are purchased because of how the raw materials were sourced.

You don’t eat strawberries, you drink Baskin Robbins strawberry ice cream-flavoured sugar-free pea-protein meal replacement powder. You order small jumbo popcorn chicken at the drive-thru. You’ve only seen Plato’s cave via VR headset … on a Twitch stream.

The wise man holds knowledge and doesn’t let it disturb his mind. The fool gets mad with information. Learn to separate both things.

I feel strangely drawn to that which is abandoned or forgotten. Books that very few people read nowadays, about topics that very few people care about, passion projects of people on the internet who never made it, niche, old games, dilapidated houses, small town city streets at 3AM. Their loneliness calls out to me. Not in a hipster way, but in the sense that they have a strange pull to them that is hard to explain.

Social media will destroy your ability to read and write longer than a twitter post. Brevity may be the soul of wit, but I feel that without the alternative it’s just a husk.

Maybe the best part of life is having someone to hold onto while this godforsaken rock hurls though space.

Contemporary literature feels so dull and homogeneous to me. Practically no one has a unique feel to their writings, unique ideas to express, or unique ways to express themselves, everything blends together into one big bourgeois mountain of boredom, triteness, safety, inanity, and belated (post-)modernism.

Maybe you’re obsessed with beauty because you’re ugly.

Took me some time to realise it, but media really is the enemy of the people.

It’s all just white noise.

It’s okay if you cannot be free from the system in your lifetime, as long as you are doing the work for the generations to come. We will not be free from the system in our generation, but we can pave the way for those to come.

And as a phrase allegedly attributed to some Native Americans: “We do not inherit the Earth from our ancestors, we borrow it from our children.”

I will never find what I seek because what I seek is what sustains me, and sustenance never ends. All I know is my body. It’s not just a foundation. It is literally everything that I know. There’s no escaping this. I can sculpt a new world, but it will never satisfy me.

We’re in terminal stages of the biggest disease known to mankind: the internet.

Humans can only understand the world through analogy, this is why simulation theory exists, reality is just too big for people, so they need to shrink it down to a model they can understand. Nowadays it’s video games and computers, a few thousand years ago it was tapestries and thread-weavers.

I seem to place more value on my life than you place on yours.

The lowest common denominator and the path of least resistance mainstream the most carnal of human inclinations. The corruptibility of human nature is boundless.

Here it is again, that deep sense of peace. Ever feel like you’re watching yourself from above?

If you want to be a good writer, you’ll need to understand all kinds of people. That doesn’t mean you should be a people-pleaser by agreeing with everyone, but you should extend even your worst enemies the maximum amount of empathy you can muster.

Sometimes you just gotta play Crash Bandicoot 2 and not think about your financial status for a little while.

2023 will be the year of the mass balkanisation of brains.

The only reason people tend to think the Nazis were obsessed with demonology, occultist practices and all manner of all other stuff is that popular media has sold that. In the same way that they think that America won the war against them. When in fact it was the Eastern Front that broke the back of Germany at the cost of an insane amount of Russian soldiers.

We re-created Rome and have formed a global evil empire based on the rule of selfish greed. Now it is all collapsing as all evil empires do. Simple as.

Zoomers are cut out of time, they are the first generation without a shared past, without touchstones to ground them, binding them to a continuity. They are technologically encouraged to live in the present, which on its own has tremendous limitations for bearing the full psyche. And the future is a writhing mass of uncertainty and anxiety, with portents of doom and chaos being its only readable signs.

What they need is some universal, collective focusing event which snaps them out of the tech-induced hypnosis and allows them to find discover themselves unmediated by digital interlopings. Their problem is that their experience is too mediated, too indirect, and so they cannot connect with what’s real and true to themselves. Instead they are adapted to being coupled to a digital interface which is tampering with their minds. Something must happen to sever this mediated experience which interferes with the “naked brain” coming into its own authenticity.

The older you get, the worse you’ll think the youths are. They’ll actually be the same little gremlins as they are every generation, but you will be too blinded by your own frame of reference to see it.

The key to creating great art is conflict and tension.

Philosophy the Movie
Starring Winona Ryder as Philosophy, Johnny Depp as Immanuel Kant, Bret Michaels as David Hume, Matt Damon as all the platonic philosophers fused into the one person of Plato, and Arnold Schwarzenegger as Hegel.

Modern literature is over-commercialised and has very little of value left. We’re in the down-swing of creative endeavour and honestly, I’m okay with it. Our society doesn’t deserve great works of art, we have cheeseburgers and an extra lane on the road.

A bartender is the cheapest form of therapy.

Reading about medieval mystics and feeling jealous of the simplicity of their lives. Those motherfuckers never had to write a cover letter. Like you just go off and fight in a war and after settle down into a monastic order where you just drink beer all day. And then eventually die to dysentery.

One can only dream.

I am tired of the blind leading the blind.

Viagra a form of erection fraud.

You can drift a while,
Until you find yourself
And the path that brings you joy.

I’m starting to realise that I not hate myself and I never hated myself, what I hate is the world we live in, the people who leeched every bit of fun and joy out of it by way of greed, selfishness, stupidity, abuse and pigheadedness.

The other day I had a Litchi flavoured ice cream shake. The thing probably didn’t have a single drop of Litchi extract in it, maybe that makes it a false representation of a reality.

There’s room for creative expression in all forms of media. “Pop” media is inherently “uncreative” because it is designed to appeal to the masses for profit, so major media executives will not take risks with anything experimental because they might lose profit. But just because most people consume television and games instead of books it doesn’t mean that one medium is better than the other. Rather, they all have their own purpose.

When people try to prove a medium as being good or try to fit a work of art into a medium that it doesn’t fit in, it usually comes off as pretentious. Think of indie games for example, a lot of them are pretentious because they try to push a “deep narrative” in a medium that’s more about interactivity. That’s also why film adaption of novels struggle to be faithful to the original source material - stuff that works in novels doesn’t work in film.

If someone wants to start making films just because movies are more popular right now they need to either disregard the audience or make sure they respect the medium of film, otherwise everything they make will suck.

Give thanks to the Sin,
for without it Man would know not the extent of his own Joy.
The contrast of the valley accentuates the height of the hill.

Propaganda is the last-ditch effort to unite morality with interests. Fascism is the abandonment or transformation of morality to serve interests.

You need to stop blaming your parents for the way you turned out. Your parents probably did the best they could for you.

They wake up in the morning and look at their phone. They scroll through social media for a few hours and then get out of bed. They go to the kitchen and make themselves some breakfast, but they don’t really eat it. They just stare at it and then eventually throw it away. They sit down at their computer and start to work on some project or another, but they can’t focus. Their mind keeps wandering and they can’t seem to get anything done. They give up and start to watch TV, but they can’t concentrate on that either. They just keep scrolling through their phone or looking at pictures on the internet. They don’t really interact with other people, except for when they have to. They just go through the motions of life, but they don’t really feel alive.

Passion comes and goes like a storm,
for now calm and healing.
That’s fine.
But don’t go without for too long.

We’re all puppets, some of us just happen to see the strings.

Just go scroll through Twitter and consume some news, communicate with friends and complete strangers, learn something new, be moved, be annoyed, be outraged, agree with someone, vehemently disagree with another, feel superior, feel jealous, look at some memes and laugh your ass off, all in the span of less than an hour. It’s much better for your mind.

People you don’t recognise in dreams are placeholders for your emotions.

It’s better to reign in hell than serve in heaven.

The mainstream Internet is one giant reactive corpo-politico-media propaganda conditioning machine. What really brought this out was how people swapped out their BLM signs for Ukraine flags right on cue. In this way they walked bleeding heart liberals right into supporting the military industrial complex and becoming war-hawks without even realising it.

It’s hard to fathom how plugged in some people are, and how uncritically they absorb whatever is promoted within their social networks. The social need to signify in-group status is so overwhelming with so many people that this can easily be surreptitiously manipulated without them even noticing. Group psychology is manipulated at the mass scale. Facebook has researched social contagion and how sentiments propagate over networks, the level of social engineering that is possible is unimaginable.

Maybe life is eternal and so are the consequences for your actions.

Of course there is truth in the world, but it has nothing to do with the political spectrum. Politics has nothing to do with truth, it’s about winning. Whatever truths are involved in politics and its contrived spectrum, they are weaponised to be misleading, presented in bad faith or diluted into half truths all to undermine the enemy’s position and strengthen one’s own.

I think some people are just destined to die young. For their lives to be a tragedy.

It’s a shame how anti-intellectual society has become, but don’t let yourself believe you are really that much more intelligent than everyone else.

In the age of everyone trying to identify with a label or group, it is more important than ever to remember that the individual > the group.

The world isn’t run by spiritually uplifted individuals, it’s run by sadistic adrenaline junkies.

I pray every day for a zombie apocalypse so I can assume my rightful place in the world.

The majority of people are petty, immoral and stupid. And they’re worthless individually but have a terrible strength in numbers.

We’ve created a society where people prefer capitalism to life.

Today, I shook God’s hand. His palm was sweaty, because He is afraid of me.

Part of modern suffering stems from the subject’s inhibition towards the world; in modern societies those who are naturally inhibited are crushed by the construction of interpersonal relationships. It is interesting to think that even though the world is moving towards a forced and artificial inhibition promoted by the amount of time connected, still, yes, those with greater dis-inhibition manage to do well in social relationships. Anyway, they seem to win even though they have nothing to offer the world, they are whores of the word and of the moment.

In the year of our lord 2022 we have finally lowered their standards so much that we are only defending the word democracy and western values. There is nothing of substance in those concepts beside their cynical use in marshalling an army of liberals to support the next bombing and proxy war.

You know what else seeks infinite growth in a finite system? Cancer.

On social media, the only thing worse than being insulted is being outright ignored.

Have you ever felt the eyes of a older man burning into the back of your skull when you get on the bus, and when you press the ‘stop’ button after he fails for the fifth time to successfully press it or picked up something that rolled out of his shopping bag, he thanks you, starts chatting, and even though the doors are open is in no rush to exit the bus? As if this simple altruistic gesture has created a blood bond.

I try to be a poet but I’m no poet.
I try to be real but I’m not real.

The only choice that remains is whether to succumb to madness or to start a record collection.

This social media era of absence of thoughts might simply be a response to the previous years of overthinking and we will hopefully bounce back to a stance in between.

When we look back we see only ruined societies. All the great civilisations have failed, what makes us think we are any different from them? The most depressing thing is that those societies were the highest point of development and adaptation we have reached. Today we are trapped in a kind of macro-scale Skinner box, we are slaves to our own impulses.

People online always speaking anecdotes on life as if it were universal dogma, not realising the sheer range of human experience.

The greatest living writer died last week; they found him caught up in a bunch of machinery, hands all mangled like. Thailand. Never wrote a thing, hadn’t had the time. Wife put him in a jar next to the Buddha.

Software is getting slower faster than hardware is getting faster.

Planting a garden really puts you in touch with nature and the day itself in a way that few other things do. It’s very fulfilling.

Remember, nobody is your friend. We live in a pitiless system where everyone must fend for themselves and clawing at each-others throats over an ever shrinking slice of the pie. Fuck capitalism.

Never forget the three rules:

  1. Be handsome.
  2. Be attractive.
  3. Don’t be unattractive.

There will come a day, maybe sooner rather than later, when I will ask a question about what the time is and the person answering will refrain from telling me how to build a watch.

What’s the point of advancing technology if the end result is our destruction, physical and spiritual?

I sometimes wish I was a social-careless, ignorant and potato-brained normie TikTok zoomer with broccoli haircut.

Social media just made it easier to spread and enforce mind viruses. Echo chambers made sure that the infected won’t have a chance to seek a cure.

We are witnessing the fall of the USA empire into fascism.

I have a feeling that all this “DIS AI BE SENTIENT U PLEB!!!” shit is not about anthropomorphising machines but about dehumanising us.

But then again, no amount of fact checking will stabilise society at this point. People’s interests just don’t align anymore. The carrot is gone.

The internet is a endless mirror you can stare into if you don’t think about it too long. Just like Narcissus.

The internet can be a community fostering tool, but you need to treat it as such. So start your own website, grow it, share it among friends, have some restraint and don’t consume anything that you can’t email the author about.

With the degradation of the net I am expecting “Internet veganism” to be the next thing, at least for me. Focus on connecting with communities that matter, your local community and try not to whore yourself to Google.

All the people who lost their job at pseudo tabloid websites are becoming fact checkers. It is just another way to control the flow of information, they only work the way the system wants them to work.

The funny thing is, on a long-enough timescale even sand is sentient.

Ironically, censorship has enabled a minority of absolutely insane people who should otherwise be shouted down, to prosper.

If you have nothing to hide, it means you’re doing nothing good.

The world is infested with garbage pretending to be people.

In general, people are so engaged, so invested, deep in their distraction bubbles (jobs, social interactions, accumulation of goods, etc.), that they don’t even have time to think about it, to question the point of doing all of this, and just keep reproducing, like it’s a must, like it’s an obvious thing to do. They just follow the ’life script’, no questions asked.

What’s frustrating is that those people are profoundly and irrevocably convinced they have the absolute right to create another sentient being, and bring them into the world. They’re creating a need, a set of needs (emotional, physiological, etc.), which then need, or at least are pursued, to be fulfilled.

They’re creating a problem that begs for a solution.

There’s no creativity left; there’s only “destructivity” now.

I am not a fan of “Internet” being used as a metonymy for the “World Wide Web” but that’s pretty much the only thing normal people use the actual Internet for nowadays, even for checking e-mail.

There is a cancer in the Western society that can no longer be healed, under any circumstances.

There is a lot of useful information on the Internet, but you need a stoic mind to avoid distractions.

I used to think that, in the end, most people will be able to discern the truth from the lies.

Humans will always flock to the simplest, cheapest distractions available and towards the social setting which offers them most comfort with least investments required and lowest entry barrier available.

There is no integrity in keeping silent when witnessing wrongdoing, even when speaking out may harm your current business prospects.

The Universe dreams through our dreams.

Reproducing is like involuntary manslaughter because from the moment of birth you’ve condemned someone new to death.

One of the most profound moral realisation out there is that morality is a social construct that doesn’t tangibly exist in reality, a cultural fan-fiction on a grand scale.

Don’t confuse stone-age people for the type of primitive mindless brutes that modern day humans have become, people who rely on nature cannot afford mindless distractions and rampant stupidity because nature does not leave space for ignorance.

People are afraid of being wrong. And in a world where more and more of what you say and do is connected to your digital “profile” you just aren’t incentivised to ask creative questions or propose creative answers. It limits human knowledge but people fear being associated with a “bad” answer.

Literal fire could be raining from the sky as buildings crumble to dust and some will still be claiming we’re going to the stars in 5 years.

For a bird born in captivity, flight is a mental illness.

Crime is a social construct dictated by whatever society arbitrarily defines as crime. Crime is not systemic at all but simply an inevitable aspect of any given civilisation that identifies the idea of a crime and treats it as a problem, so “rehabilitation” will never work either.

The truth is that there will always be “crime” as in essence it’s just human behaviour that doesn’t conform to the status quo of a given culture, completely made up. That is why you will never stop crime, nor would you likely want to if you knew what this actually entailed.

People have completely bought into the black / white mindset that there are heroes and villains in this world, and that if you’re part of the hero team then anything is justifiable.

If I were to take a wild guess, none of the people drooling over the idea of war actually want to face its horrors. But they love the idealised, movie-esque idea of war.

I learn from the mistakes of people who take my advice.

I cant tell whether the Internet is dead because people have gotten more bitter as they have gotten older or the younger generation is very angry.

If a product has an ad, it’s money not spent on improving the product and is instead money spent on trying to psychologically manipulate people into buying your broken product.

Screw your apps. Screw your karma. Screw your need to know what we’re all about.

The future is outside the internet, in DIY communications and life projects. Stop wasting too much time on what is now a corporate “global platform”, anything that is linked to the socialist-capitalist system will always eventually become “platformised” and commercialised.

Slowly but surely, the Internet is changing into a “customer point of service” where the main function is to interact with the corporations and/or regime services. The future obviously is outside the Internet, computation is not somehow a subset of the Internet, it is the other way around.

The Internet is just a platform and a specific communications protocol, can be recreated, improved, and will be. No need to get emotionally attached, so maybe it’s time let it go already.

There’s no Hell to fear below, but its prospect is in demand.

As a side-note, nazi, communism, genocide, war crimes, human rights, they all lost their meaning. Now they’re just buzzwords peppered into the discourse around whatever current boogeyman is.

The internet is no longer the Internet. What we call “the internet” now is basically how early television was in the in 60’s: you get three highly curated channels that tell you how to think and have nothing interesting on them.

The Internet hasn’t been about education in 20 years. Now it’s about selling stuff and receiving your daily dose of government propaganda. The Internet will continue to consume us until we’re fully enveloped in a simulated world.

God is expressly not a material phenomenon and is thus not dependent on the existence of material reality.

Happiness is used today in the sense of “contentment” or “satisfaction” with regard to a utility function. It stems from cringe-tier utilitarianism of the Englishman.

I got some attention from someone, therefore I am happy.
I got 100 likes on my latest Instagram post, therefore I am happy.

This is not happiness in the philosophical sense of the word, or at least it’s not how non-utilitarians understand it. Because our world is dominated by the US consumerist mindset, their definition of happiness (ie satisfying one’s utilities) has unfortunately become the main definition of happiness.

The old ones are ignored, the young ones don’t want to be irrelevant.

Existence is entropy, I guess they don’t teach that in 5th grade anymore. Of course, humans may be random but they hardly ever change.

Dopamine is a hell of a drug. It feels good to be wanted and people substitute the virtual for the real, but it’s a hollow shell. The top aspiring profession nowadays is to be an influencer - a puppet - because the puppets pull the strings of the sheep.

But who is pulling the strings of the puppets?

Just stick to the light, don’t ruminate in darkness or you’ll start to become that way.

If you attempt to understand the “meaning of life”, you will always come to the conclusion that it is inherently meaningless.

There never was a free market, not in the middle ages and definitely not now. Back then you had guilds monopolising jobs, now you have regulators rigging the market. The modern big tech companies learned painfully that you need to live with burning money on bribes and play the politics game as they struggled with it for quite a while trying to ignore it.

The warm glow of the phosphor burns your eyes, as the rhythmic echo of the keyboard rings in your ears. Day and night blend into one, and time stands still.

For all the great riches and wonders in cities, there’s equal poverty and suffering.

Sitting on a rooftop above a crowded city late at night watching millions of lives unfold in miniature beneath.

We are haunted by visions of the future that were created in the past.

Mankind has a tendency to not accept what it cannot control. Our politicians and virologists often said something along the lines: “we need to do X to keep control of the situation”. In the end we never were in control of the situation but people cannot accept that.

Most of the measures we took were nothing more than modern day rain dances. Feeble attempts by humans arrogant enough to think they could defeat or control a natural phenomenon that is well beyond ours to control.

Twitter is a honeypot for assholes.

Some friendships reach their expiry time; instead of artificially prolonging them in order to keep the stock of social capital intact, it’s best to burn the bridge.

One of the essential tenets of capitalism is that it isn’t a scam if enough hegemonic corporations engage in it.

These days, no one wants you – your physical company. People are aiming towards your attention and your credit card.

Hollywood has no foundation for offering opinions about morals, family, love or anything else.

I have a hard time feeling sorry for the traditional press, they spent decades killing their own reputation and are now paying the price. They could have had websites so reputable, so popular, that they would have been the news hub. Instead they turned the internet into the bad actor, kept publishing political agendas and sensationalist headlines and hoped we would suck it up as we did when they were king of the hill.

Welcome to modern serfdom, implemented by apps. Your boss is an app, your job is classified as an ‘independent contractor’, you own nothing. You can never get off the treadmill of wage slavery.

The connective tissue of human relationships is at least of equal importance as the technical merits of a solution.

You’re always going to be dependent on someone in the mainstream economic world if you want to have a web presence in North America. Even if you run your own servers, you’re at the mercy of your hosting provider, your ISP, your DNS registrar, and even browser level things like Google Safe Browsing. Any of these can be major points of failure.

Speech without a platform isn’t speech at all. Also, if you are tolerant with exceptions, you are intolerant, period. Which applies to free speech too: if you can say what you want EXCEPT that the Earth moves around the Sun, congratulations, you have no free speech.

And you are Galileo Galilei.

Does nobody notice when they’re writing software with features designed around user “engagement” and “retention” that they’re doing a disservice to their users? If not outright building addictions?

I think we are quickly approaching a point in time when culture will start to swing the other way, and the internet will become this thing that people don’t take seriously, much like it was in the 90s. That, and some combination of that and censorship.

And the tech monopolies absolutely will not survive the level of influence they have now, even if they think they are playing it safe by supporting a particular political faction that happens to be popular at the moment. I think things are going to change fairly rapidly in this direction because it turns out being connected constantly is actually pretty awful in most of the ways that count.