/lit/ - Literature

In my teens I started to believe that I don't fit into the world because of my anti-materialist nature. I even consider joining a monastery for a while. Since then I've realised that's not true at all; I love beautifully made objects, and the etchings of Durer, and music of Brahms, but I hate kitschy mass produced crap and vulgar American culture. I thought I was "beyond women". That wasn't true either, it was just that all the women I'd known until then were normie roasties, the kind of people who think traveling to Bali is a character trait. There's still beauty in the world and things to live for, even if they are far and few between