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— Jean-Paul Sartre, No Exit
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“I am a mere breath of air; a formless thought that thinks of you.”
— Jean-Paul Sartre, No Exit

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A bashful young wombat trots up to you… Your day improves.
managing your time is something v v important! especially now that we're all at home, it's really easy for us (or for me, at least) to lose track of time. with this, here are some of the time management techniques i've tried including what worked and what didn't!
concept: me, making dinner. it’s 8pm but it’s still warm outside. the smell of herbs and grass and the magic of being with people i love makes me sleepy. someone calls me from inside.

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Feels like the older I get the more sensitive I become to cruelty? Not in a way where I’m constantly wounded but I recognize how truly unnecessary it is? Even when I myself am being mean or rude I’m aware of all the other reactions I could be having instead? I’m human so, like, obviously this is behavior I’ll always fall into but it’s just something I’ve been meditating on lately
who gave oscar wilde permission to write stuff like “death must be so beautiful. to lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one’s head, and listen to silence. to have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. to forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace. you can help me. you can open for me the portals of death’s house, for love is always with you, and love is stronger than death is” with such ease? to touch my soul so casually? like who gave him all that talent and can i have some
Legacy
As novelist and playwright, moralist and political theorist, Albert Camus after World War II became the spokesman of his own generation and the mentor of the next, not only in France but also in Europe and eventually the world. His writings, which addressed themselves mainly to the isolation of man in an alien universe, the estrangement of the individual from himself, the problem of evil, and the pressing finality of death, accurately reflected the alienation and disillusionment of the postwar intellectual. He is remembered, with Sartre, as a leading practitioner of the existential novel. Though he understood the nihilism of many of his contemporaries, Camus also argued the necessity of defending such values as truth, moderation, and justice. In his last works he sketched the outlines of a liberal humanism that rejected the dogmatic aspects of both Christianity and Marxism.
On a purely literary level, one of Camus’s most original contributions to modern discourse is his distinctive prose style. Terse and hard-boiled, yet at the same time lyrical, and indeed capable of great, soaring flights of emotion and feeling, Camus’s style represents a deliberate attempt on his part to wed the famous clarity, elegance, and dry precision of the French philosophical tradition with the more sonorous and opulent manner of 19th century Romantic fiction. The result is something like a cross between Hemingway (a Camus favorite) and Melville (another favorite) or between Diderot and Hugo. For the most part when we read Camus we encounter the plain syntax, simple vocabulary, and biting aphorism typical of modern theatre or noir detective fiction. By the way it’s worth noting that Camus was a fan of the novels of Dashiell Hammett and James M Cain and that his own work has influenced the style and the existentialist loner heroes of a succession of later crime writers, including John D McDonald and Lee Child. This muted, laconic style frequently becomes a counterpoint or springboard for extended musings and lavish descriptions almost in the manner of Proust. Moreover, this base style frequently becomes a counterpoint or springboard for extended musings and lavish descriptions almost in the manner of Proust. Here we may note that this attempted reconciliation or union of opposing styles is not just an aesthetic gesture on the author’s part: It is also a moral and political statement. It says, in effect, that the life of reason and the life of feeling need not be opposed; that intellect and passion can, and should, operate together.
Perhaps the greatest inspiration and example that Camus provides for contemporary readers is the lesson that it is still possible for a serious thinker to face the modern world (with a full understanding of its contradictions, injustices, brutal flaws, and absurdities) with hardly a grain of hope, yet utterly without cynicism. To read Camus is to find words like justice, freedom, humanity, and dignity used plainly and openly, without apology or embarrassment, and without the pained or derisive facial expressions or invisible quotation marks that almost automatically accompany those terms in public discourse today.
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Serious inquiry why do y'all follow this chaotic blog.. I vacillate from aesthetics to angst posting about my mentors to academia minute by minute and then disappear for months... Is this it? Am I hot yet?

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I am the knife which will slaughter heaven. Heaven is full of blood. Soon it will snow.
Heiner Müller, Anatomy Titus Fall of Rome (1984)
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you're not bad with money you're just living in a society that underpays you, overcharges you, then gaslights you into feeling guilty for needing to eat
well. I also have poor impulse control and spend most of my time on the internet where countless businesses are trying to get me to buy their goods through extremely niche targeted advertising that I am almost powerless to resist
so u admit that ure aware that capitalism purposefully tries to cater highly specific ads even going as far as to buy ur personal data all in an attempt to get u to buy things w the little disposable income u have. nd that they go out of their way to brainwash u into wanting the products theyre selling, making brands into personalities so that u see corporations as ppl nd get addicted to the brief serotonin rush of spending bc that’s one of the view ways to feel fleeting happiness bc the system saps the joy out of life? so how is it the individual’s fault that theyre trapped in this system?
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Love letters exchanged between Virginia Woolf and Vita Sackville West in the 1920's.
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