/lit/ - Literature

>>13247460

If you're feeling pensive you can wipe the fogged-up pane to peer down onto the sidewalk, below and across, where a freshman in a peacoat strolls with the girl from your composition class at his arm, the one you almost talked to, and their faces are ablush with enthusiasm and disinhibition, as they laugh, and sing, hug friends they run into out of sheer repeated coincidence on the street, which slopes all the way down from college hill to frat row, and you reckon there's hundreds like them out there, thousands, weaving in and out of neonlit musical houses seemingly impervious to the visual noise, the gauche oppressiveness of it, the visceral disjunction of man and place, which seems now to be absent: and for all your insight, you've never been able to explain why now, as a spectator, this scene seems so natural, so bucolic, as to well up some vestigial discomfort in your chest: the itch of suppressed movement or perhaps the moment of a caged animal. And though art may be reality's dialectical counter, aesthetics is mere suggestion; and though your spirit can sail as far as it may, the argument of the physical realm will weight down on it, too, as it does you; and just as hunger atrophies the will, isolation dehumanizes, leaving behind not an actor but a spectator - a loveless spectator of things not just to be seen, but to be felt and held and written about, real things like the scene outside your window, or the dull suggestive pain in the negative space of your fingers.

>>7458618
You should start with Neuromancer and Snow Crash. Altered Carbon is good too, although that would be post-cyberpunk

>>7328158

It’s quite upsetting that of all the ways I can express myself, words best reflect my inner feelings and thoughts. What seems like a blessing to some is, a nightmare to others.
As I speak I am laying on my bed, with shaky hands and eyes that are trying to well up but the tears never manage to escape. I feel overly dramatic and I want to downplay my feelings but it’s impossible when reality is staring you in the face and you can’t help but look back at it. I know there is a way to overcome this but, what I have trouble understanding is why the solution can’t be instantaneous?I suppose one could argue it builds character to contend with emotions over time. But, in all honesty that is complete and utter bullshit. Who cares about building character when your state of mind is walking you like dog? Thoughts are choices, I know this. Sadly, I do not embody it. I can really only keep living, keep pushing, keep faith alive, it’s just so difficult when you couldn’t feel more alone on such a journey.