« on: January 02, 2017, 01:49:12 am »
The news for me is like a weaponized vector of Takashi Miiake's Imprint. Always fucking with my capacity to form positive expectations that do not reconfirm an otherwise total shitshow. If I expose myself to it, for the sake of developing whatever fucking immunity to dealing with that "source", the result invariably reinforces my adherence to a world-view primarily informed by horror, instead of all the beauty that's ACTUALLY right fucking there. It's fucking systemically pointless, a world where the center of narrative gravity is the specter of what could have been. That's not news, it's not even fucking novel. It's not even fake news, it's the endless recurrence of victimhood A fucking curse through and through that people continue subjecting themselves to for only an effigy of sense. It's like a long-form essay where we argue the reasoning FOR our extinction, because at least then, then we will have been right, once and for all finally satisfied, yes. Behold, life at a pin's fee, very great, much good.
[this represents my one and only expression of weakness for 2017, which will otherwise be focussed on solutions instead of said recursive bitching which I hope to have somewhat cleared]