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Old diary (selection)
I want a simpler network, newborn, with few people living there. I want it monochromatic. I want that only a few are able to browse it. I want for it to hide something that only a few chosen ones can and want to find. Internet is boring instead. There’s everything and so there is no curiosity. Even though there’s everything, there is nothing really metaphysical. Years ago I was dreaming of drifting with my body inside the cables. Continue reading
I told him, at that time already, that my “not living” was dissolving the fear of dying… Read the full page
2000 – Dialogue with The Dreamer
We have been in a mental crisis since 2000. Read the full page
It should always be evening.
That’s the only way.
And I? Who will lower me into the molten iron?
I’m noticing that I have a skull inside my face. Read the full page
We have created so much material, so many movies, so many books. We have covered the Earth with works of hope, sadness, love. Today they mostly make garbage; the sirs of the past wrote about man’s pain; now men enjoys themselves in the middle of the manure and those texts are seen more like work rather than pleasure. Continue reading
A spider walking on a vulva, is walking like if it were in a desert.
It turns out that, even knowing about meaninglessness is meaningless.
People think that life is something else, but that’s not true, life is not your coin collection, it only is by illusion, once you have a wife by your side. What about after? Afterwards, everything around you is as if it didn’t exist and never existed, it has less value than a turd. Continue reading
And the radiation tells you things that are true and at the same time absurd, cold, and above all rough. Read the full page
It would be quite interesting to inhale rainbows.
We humans actually like to die. Because it is the only thing that gives meaning to our life, and that puts an end to that painful feeling of perceiving our existence (as well as – but that’s obvious – to physical and psychological suffering). But at the same time, death reminds us of emptiness and nonsense. And so, this strange paradox is created, and between the two paths, most choose to distract themselves.
I noticed that it is not possible to go back. I could not step down from the throne nor undo what hitherto slipped before my eyes and was now as written in stone. I attached the utmost importance to the truth, and unconsciously found myself writing a cruel pact with it. The sensations tasted different. The features of reality were clear and cold. Corroded by a gray light, the walls showed the wrinkles of time. It is not raining. But the sun still hides behind the bare buildings. That sun that hides its true essence with all that light. So much light for so much darkness. Continue reading
The famous geologist said, on television, that our heads are too big, and it is difficult for us to get out of the pussy; the ribcage protects only a few organs; the veins in the legs struggle to hold up the whole body; the back, for it to keep the erect position, it needs to arch, and therefore back pain, etc.; vision also has several problems, etc. In short, we are shit. We are not as wonderful of a machine as they say, we have a thousand flaws. And therefore we are not the result of a divine plan, blah blah. Obvious stuff, it was a speech against religions, but I was more interested in the fact that evolution is still ongoing and we are currently far from perfect; his words: «we adapted as best as we could». Here you are. Difficult evolutionary natural adaptation. Interesting parallelism with social adaptation, which is ultimately strongly linked to it. And someone makes fun making memes that show how, in a certain sense, we are now living an involution. Very in tune with the cyberpunk world, which sees the end of man coinciding with the maximum technological development. Continue reading
– …because next year you’re not going to see me, you know.
– Oh, so you are in fact retiring. Lucky you, prof…
– What?! You shouldn’t say such a thing, you are young!
An ex-classmate
An embracing sadness, soft, that fails to pierce me, to kill me.
Nothing happened this month. Nothing relevant, really. I wonder what’s relevant right now, though. Continue reading
There’s a thirst for ignorance, because for millennia there has been a thirst for knowledge. Humanity has got to know so much, too much. And as it now notices that it’s worse off than before, the desire has reversed itself, and so there is a thirst for ignorance. But this has not led to a productive step backwards, because by now the damage has already been done and it has already changed the game: it has led to a heavy, aggressive and self-destructive ignorance, not the simple smug knowledge of the old years.
«It is society that’s sick,» Zeno said, you know.
Ineptitude is almost being ashamed to find yourself face to face with another idiot like you, afflicted by the human condition, plunged in the shit of our days, and who got to pretend that everything is fine.
Once that which is in fact an illusion has fallen, you will suddenly find yourself thrown into reality. Read the full page
The now, has this annoying habit of constantly existing.
Emptiness → Distraction → Dream → Desire… Read the full page
Dark ambient moment.
I’m carrying the white flag, and it only makes sense that the music I listen to adjusts to that.
Everyone was staying confined to those narrow mental spaces. And I, like them; I only knew that small world. And everything was goddamn gorgeous. There was passion, challenge, dialogues, workaholism, and satisfaction. Continue reading