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Put me in the screencap

We’re witness to the upheaval that follows the death of hope. We touched the highest of heights following the death of the USSR, and however cynical everyone convinced themselves maybe *this* time would be different. Perhaps this time we will succeed where our progenitors failed.

Clearly this is not the case: an echoing nihilism grips this world, from the lowliest serf to godlike rich of the western world— were bereft of sincere ideology and religion, long since having seen whether we realize it or not the empty core that culminates this existence.

It infects us with a pervading unrest— indeed, some seek to assuage it by draping themselves in ideology like insulation before the biting agony of the winter outside. Others fall prey and can’t mold themselves to this new world, becoming medicated husks to forever till the gears of this machine. All the while we stare our doom in the face as our world comes crashing down around us, the burning torch of the Republic dimmed to naught but an ember.

What will the decay and impotence of the US pervade in the near future I wonder? What will succeed us in this world where we hold the very power of the divine in our hand, clever monkeys forging a world of golden wonders while we kill ourselves in the streets.

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Not OP but I did this shit naturally before I ever started browsing /lit/. Kinda overrated though finding out it’s not unique at all.

Best book /lit/ has ever memed me into.

give me some literature on flaneurs and dreamers

>I am a Pessoaist
what type of person do you imagine?

>The phrase is more or less the following: The distance between the superior man and the common man is much greater than the distance between the common man and the ape. I’ve never forgotten the phrase, because it’s true. Between me, whose rank is low among thinking men, and a farmer from Loures, there is undoubtedly a greater distance than between the farmer and, I won’t say a monkey, but a cat or dog.

>Twice in my adolescence – which I feel so remotely it seems like someone else’s story that I read or was told – I enjoyed the humiliating grief of being in love. From my present vantage point, looking back to that past which I can no longer designate as ‘long ago’ or ‘recent’, I think it was good that this experience of disillusion happened to me so early. Through an experience that simultaneously involved my sensibility and intelligence, I realized early on that the imaginative life, however morbid it might seem, is the one that suits temperaments like mine. The fictions of my imagination (as it later developed) may weary me, but they don’t hurt or humiliate. Impossible lovers can’t possibly cheat on us, or smile at us falsely, or be calculating in their caresses. They never forsake us, and they don’t die or disappear.

All memes aside, was he right?

>in every corner of my soul stands an altar to a different god.

>The phrase is more or less the following: The distance between the superior man and the common man is much greater than the distance between the common man and the ape. I’ve never forgotten the phrase, because it’s true. Between me, whose rank is low among thinking men, and a farmer from Loures, there is undoubtedly a greater distance than between the farmer and, I won’t say a monkey, but a cat or dog.

This guy sounded like a real jerk.