Thoughts
Short thoughts.
Maybe [doing X] really is the answer to it.
There is no answer. We just struggle along.
How sad it is to be ill… knowing so much about your own illness and yet being unable to do anything about it.
Those who stretches old video games into widescreen.
There should be a public execution for each one of those streamers/youtubers.
Considering that the rooster actually makes a desperate, hoarse sound like “H-H-HghdtrrrrOOOOOOOOOOUUuuh-OOOOOOOOUUUUUuuh”, the very invention of “cock-a-doodle-doo” instead of some “trou-trou” already says a lot about the mandatory optimism built into social structures.
Not to mention the sheep, which is basically a demon.
I’m perfectly crafted to not be able to live.
Dancing is basically the sublimation of a male and a female fucking. There’s no point in it. Just fuck each other already.
I remember a middle school teacher telling us that the worst thing that you could say to someone is that he/she is useless (and therefore advising us to never say that). And I think that’s true.
But it’s funny because at the same time there’s nothing more true that you could say to literally anyone.
[1:52] for me, I don’t know, looks like I’m the only one thinking this but the saturation and the numbers of things they drive me insane the fact that we’re 8 billion, that there’s so much music you wouldn’t get through it in 7 lifetimes, etc. I don’t know, I think about it every day yeah, that’s why I’m sick lol but I do think about it every day like, nihilism resides in the numbers, you don’t even need to do philosophy
At the end of the day, 99% of the activity is data hoarding, 1% is making use. Music years ago, other things later. Because then, when you use it, you’ll be fed up with it. Of course people like to work, because otherwise their brains explode; it’s the same mechanism. Endless search for mechanical and repetitive distractions. Tergiversations around the core of desperation.
And this is… when things are going well.
And then they say to the hoarder: «You don’t need to accumulate everything. This thing X, you don’t need to hoard it, resist it.» But if there is no need for me to save X, it means that there is no need for me to save Y, it means that there is no need for me to save anything, by simple syllogism.
And indeed, that is correct. But it only confirms the nihilism and the absolute meaninglessness of everything.
Days go by without restraint.
One day is the time it takes to get bored of your new shiny toy.
So you then go back to either your life as a slave or your basic organic distractions.
Also see Fichte
Sex, drugs, food.
Being able to get pleasure from anything else requires an incredible and amazing nervous system and a decent amount of self-illusion.
Two diametrically opposed things, pushed to their extremes, end up looking very much alike.
An obese person who eats until he explodes and an anorexic who fasts until he implodes, both die.
Bright light that blinds you to nothing is the same as absolute darkness.
Who would’ve thought, that after nihilism, there was a further involuntary step to take. In nullism, everything is different, and even more ridiculous when seen from the outside.
Basically, the whole point of the 4090 is to fuck Claire Redfield in VR.
“Rational depression” is the worst kind, because it simply acknowledges the truth of the cesspit that is one’s existence. The other kind, yes, reaches deeper abysses, but one holds on to the knowledge that it’s like a passing wind. Lucidity, instead, makes the soul suffer with truth.
Of all the foolish human chirping, the worst happens during meals, where the noise rises and nothingness becomes fertile. After hours of vile horror, everyone goes home knowing absolutely nothing more than before: on the contrary, with renewed idiocy.
RL is cringe.
Xfce and its software suite ARE abandoned, not just in a hiatus, and it sucks, and it’s bugged beyond imagination.
/rant
Laško is the answer to existence.
Acceptance is the hardest thing. Because everyone around you is trying to change you.
I feel incredible release. From the things of life, from meds, from all the bullshit.
Back then you’d say, “humans,” as if they were something distant. And sure, we are too, unfortunately, and fully aware of it, we stayed apart, because not even between us can that self-delusion arise, the one needed for the deception of meaning to occur. And so, like prime numbers, like in that book, our ways took part. Mine isn’t really a “way”, it’s waiting for death with as little collateral damage as possible, which never actually happens – not even that, and so come the alchemies in the blood and the desperate wails.
The concept of the “potential” is probably the most stupid lie that is told by people since ever.
If you are able to do something, your brain will lead you to do that, or at least something relating to that (not everyone can become an astronaut, for example, but you will work in related engineering stuff). If your brain won’t, then you won’t.
(expanding from Wittgenstein)
The digits of π are just a buffer overflow in the nonsense of language.
Someone titled a release Calming Regularity of Electric Pylons.
Well, there’s nothing to say. Just applauses.
People have the -v option enabled by default.
And it’s insane for how long they need to explain something to someone else, and this someone else can even end up understanding nothing whatsoever. We’re talking 1 minute vs. 30 minutes.
(On the romanticization of suffering)
[…] And it’s all beautiful and captivating, but sadly, it’s also true.
Majority always wins.
When you have money, but you don’t know what to do with it, then the gravity of your being becomes immediately apparent.
How do you name a child? It’s impossible.
If I haven’t already chosen it from the beginning, I could spend days to set for a title for one of my ambient tracks; and I listen to the piece a thousand times to see what it evokes for me. At some point, I have to decide, and I manage to do it because in the end it’s not such an important thing.
But how do you name your children?
It’s actually simple: just live with those lightness and naivety which are exactly those which make you conceive them.
These faces… Everyone is a nuisance.
Oh god. I’ve woke up in my shoes.
Those who do drugs, it’s just because they forget that you can stretch your limbs.
Life is a scam. And now we’ve fallen for it. Not our fault, I mean, “fallen for it” in the sense that we happened to come into the world, but the result is the same.
Once you fall for the scam, what can you do? There aren’t, like, possible choices, those are subsets. The only thing we can do is what everyone is doing, that is to toss and turn in the shit we’ve fallen into. Which then takes the form of various activities, but it’s always about tossing and turning, plunged in shit.
https://dnamistakes.webcomic.ws/comics/pl/1569681[🡕]
This life is a prison.
There are not many more truthful thoughts than this. You’re a prisoner of your brain and your chemicals, even before being a prisoner of the society. And you only care about this when it’s a problem, of course, otherwise who cares, you just ride the wave.
Also see:
- /images/smbc-this-life-is-a-prison.html
- /quotes/life-is-rape.html
- My music track “This life is a prison”[🡕]
Morally, having children is worse than murder: you create a life out of nothing and you sentence it to suffering for decades.
https://dnamistakes.webcomic.ws/comics/pl/1569766[🡕]
Music is Art. Art is solace. But true Art must embrace the emptiness of everything, the bitterness of existence itself. The music must be as close as possible to Death, the ultimate salvation. Otherwise, it will just be entertainment, raw fun, ephemeral diversion.
Solace for the Vanity, album “Amaritia”, 2011[🡕]
It should always be evening.
That’s the only way.
And I? Who will lower me into the molten iron?
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.
Type a personal message, drown in your baggage.
(MSN avatar-info parody)
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.
An embracing sadness, soft, that fails to pierce me, to kill me.
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.
The now, has this annoying habit of constantly existing.
Dark ambient moment.
I’m carrying the white flag, and it only makes sense that the music I listen to adjusts to that.