One Must Imagine Sisyphus Actually Pretty Miserable. Because He Has To Roll A Huge Rock Up A Hill Over

allegory of the cave (380 bc.) - plato

“socrates: now consider the following. barkbarkbark”

‘Bout to head down to The Temple and do some holy twerking to pay respects to my homeboy Dionysus.

Unfriendly reminder that asses are sacred to Dionysus

Mental stability? In this economy? Get a fucking sense of humor like the rest of us you heterosexual piece of shit

« The obsessive fear of the Americans is that the lights might go out. […] In the tower blocks the empty offices remain lit. On the freeways, in broad daylight, the cars keep all their headlights on. In Palms Ave., Venice, California, a little grocery store […] leaves its orange and green neon sign flashing all night, into the void. And this is not to mention the television, with its 24-hour schedules, often to be seen functioning like an hallucination in the empty rooms of houses or vacant hotel rooms […].

There is nothing more mysterious than a TV set left on in an empty room. […] It is as if another planet is communicating with you. Suddenly the TV reveals itself for what it really is: a video of another world, ultimately addressed to no one at all, delivering its images indifferently […].

In short, in America the arrival of night-time or periods of rest cannot be accepted, nor can the Americans bear to see the technological process halted. Everything has to be working all the time, there has to be no let-up in man’s artificial power, and the intermittent character of natural cycles (the seasons, day and night, heat and cold) has to be replaced by a functional continuum that is sometimes absurd […].

You may seek to explain this in terms of fear […]. The skylines lit up at dead of night, the air-conditioning systems cooling empty hotels in the desert and artificial light in the middle of the day all have something both demented and admirable about them. The mindless luxury of a rich civilization, and yet of a civilization perhaps as scared to see the lights go out as was the hunter in his primitive night. »

— Jean Baudrillard, America

Did not realize this was about sun. I haven’t been outside in a while.

vague post

theres this orb in the sky ive been seeing. i see it every day i dont like it. not naming names

gonna keep rollling this boulder up the hill if it kills me

cakes for when you die and get brought back but there's something wrong with you and everyone can tell

Dancing to the loss of your own childhood is the best feeling. Like rip to past me but I’m different. (And that may be a bad thing, and that may be a good thing, but either way, here is something old and familiar and dying, and something new and unknown being born. And you’re scared. You’re sacred and numb and free and you’ve grown out of your own age. You’re young now, younger and stupider and more foolish than you’ve ever been. You know so little, you care so much. You’re a stranger, even to yourself. Especially to yourself. Something changed in you. Something’s lost to you. All that’s left to do now is dance and cry and laugh because it’s all a joke, the best joke in the whole goddam universe, and you might as well enjoy it while it lasts, because you can already feel that slipping away too.)

first love / late spring - mitski / jackie and wilson - hozier / the edge of seventeen - kelly fremon craig / class of 2013 - mitski / a little life - hanya yanagihara / moonlight - barry jenkins / war and peace - leo tolstoy / ribs - lorde

I stand with my cancelled wife