So much morality functions to isolate us. Morality seems nothing more than the narrative that evolves along the lifestyle. Thus a sleepy, automated, de-eroticized world invents a series of judgements for anything or anyone that’s too alive, too spontaneous or messy.
Pleasure originates in escaping alienation—in feeling that temporary reprieve.
The point of lost time is that it’s lost.
Less towards politics and more towards poetry.
History is a self-forgetting mechanism.
Nietzsche is right: there is instinctual bad consciousness associated with the “I”; the “herd” is a more natural mode. Internet culture is simply proof of this: we tend towards collectivization, not individualization.
Behind much nominal Internet leftism is a childish, but dangerous, desire to experiment with the powers of the State.
Our lives are old telegrams, pinned to the door.