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slack-wise · 2 months
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Gomi Pit
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juniper-girl · 1 month
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The Bride of Darkness ~ La Fiancée des ténèbres (Serge de Poligny, 1945)
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sidewalkchemistry · 10 months
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people tend to fall prey to this fatalistic mindset where they go, "well, my impacts and actions don't matter very much because we'll all die anyway." but life is always going to exist. and new beings are coming to life every millisecond. your actions have an incredible amount of potential. even your small actions. we may just each be one individual, seemingly one speck in the universe, but it's also true that the universe is what it is because of your existence & actions.
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tomhoppusdelonge · 7 months
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Polaris just dropped Fatalism. I’m having a VERY normal commute to work this morning
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Feel my scars, dzanum--
Nobody would heal them with oil.
Time flows from its ampoule,
Igniting memories like a stray spark
Do you know how it hurts, dzanum?
I follow his word, walking on shattered glass;
He holds a goblet of wine to my lips.
Despite this, my blood has already shed for a lost cause;
My wounds open for those to leach on.
I cannot cry, lest I shriek
And summon the crows from the east.
I cannot rest, lest I wither
Like a lily in the haze, yearning for a fire.
At the end of the world,
I would find peace,
But only because the morning light
Shines on nothingness.
Off to the east,
I saunter towards the holy ground,
but I get lost again
in my nightmares.
--Author's note: I was inspired by @nosebleedclub "to the east' prompt, as well as Teya Dora's song, Dzanum.
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xgodofpainx-music · 7 months
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♫ Polaris - Fatalism ♫
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tombofmemories · 6 months
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I have opened up the veins of the earth; I have drunk from the sky and sea.
I have opened up the veins of the earth, and there is nothing there for me.
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saschagemruler · 1 year
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I’m real sick and tired of the whole “ohhhh well being hopeful for the world is CHILDLISH and STUPID and yadda yadda”
Maybe for you it is, but being hopeful is one of the few things I have left in this world and preventing me from succumbing to depression. Keep living in your hateful world, keep being depressed and fatalistic. I don’t care anymore.
I’m going to be hopeful. I’m going to be joyful. I’m going to find a reason to smile everyday regardless of what is going on in the world. 
If it’s childish so be it. Because being childish is the only way I can survive.
Edited because I mixed up nihilism and fatalism
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fieriframes · 11 months
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[However, you must not believe that this fatalism is always unavoidable.]
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mvaljean525 · 1 year
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yes, it's dark in here can't open the door can't open the jam lid can't find a pair of socks that match; I was born in Vienna in 1915 and never thought it would be like this.
at the races today I was standing in the 5 win line and this big fat guy with body odor kept jamming his binoculars into my back and I turned and said, "pardon me, sir. could you please stop jamming those god damned binocs into my backbone?" he just looked at me with little pig eyes-- rather pink with splotches of gravel for pupils the eyes just kept looking until I stepped out and got sick, vomitted in a trashcan.
I keep getting letters from an uncle in Vienna who must be 75 years old and he keeps asking, "my boy, why don't you WRITE?" what can I write him? there is nothing that I can write.
I put on my shorts and they rip. sleep is impossible, I mean good sleep, I just get small spurts of it, and then back to the machine where the foreman comes by: "Klienholtz, for a piece-worker you crawl like a snail!"
I'm sick and I'm tired and I don't know where to go or what to do. well, shit, at lunchtime we all ride down the elevator together making jokes and laughing and then we sit in the employees cafeteria making jokes and laughing and eating the re-baked food; first they buy it then they fry it then they bake it then they sell it, can't be a germ left in there or a vitamin either.
but we joke and laugh otherwise we would start screaming.
on Saturday and Sunday when I don't have money to go to the track I just lay in bed I never get out of bed I don't want to go to a movie it is shameful for a full-grown man to go to a movie alone. and women are less than nothing. they terrify and bulldoze me.
I wonder what Vienna is like?
I think that if they would let me stay in bed long enough I could get well or strong or at least feel better but it's always up and back to the machine searching for stockings that match shorts that won't tear, looking at my face in the mirror, disgusted with my face... but nothing to do nothing to do.
my uncle, what is he thinking with his crazy letters? did he do any better?
we are all little pieces of shit only we walk and talk laugh make jokes and the shit shits.
someday I will tell that foreman off. I will tell everybody off. and walk down to the end of the road and make swans out of the blackbirds ants out of berry leaves.
I will sleep and laugh and sing until something kills me.
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the shit shits
Runcible Spoon - 1970
Charles Bukowski  1920-1994
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Graphic - Louise Bonnet  (B.1970)
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galahadwilder · 2 years
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I dreamed a new world last night. A world perfect for a D&D campaign.
(Feel free to ask questions or note additions!)
The known world was entirely inside a continent-sized impact crater, or maybe a world-sized one. Nobody had ever left the crater, because the walls were sheer cliffs, so high that no spell of flight would ever be able to reach the top without expiring, and nobody would be able to climb them without suffocating as the air got too thin. There was one way up, an upwards stair shaft at the northernmost point on the crater, leading to what we knew was the North Pole, but the land around the shaft was inhospitable ice filled with monsters and only a handful of people had ever been able to reach the bottom of the steps. Even then, climbing it would take months, the stair shaft itself was filled with monsters as well, and no group had ever survived the climb.
At the top of this shaft, unknown to anyone, lived the Archdemon of Time, who controlled the flow of all time within the world. It was impossible to reach him within the shaft, to reach the top, unless the world within the crater was ending and the stars were already falling en masse toward the earth. The stairs were an apocalypse escape hatch, nothing more, and there was no guarantee that the world outside the crater was even survivable by humans anyway.
One sign of this lack of survivability was an invasive plant from outside the crater: the Green Glow. It was a vivid, almost neon green moss that spread through water, choking water sources, infecting the bodily fluids of animals and turning them into servants obsessed with spreading it. It turned ecosystems into more of itself, entire fields of nothing but moss and moss-covered things that had once been creatures, and everyone knew that if it were able to spread to the inland sea to the north, surrounding the icy land of the shaft, then it would infect the whole sea and immediately become unstoppable, and end the world. It could not be starved or harmed—only fire could hurt it, and even then it was resistant.
There was natural weather, but the climate was not determined by the atmospheric conditions. Rather, there were areas where the boundary between our plane and the elemental planes were thin, and the climate in those places would be dominated by the activity of the elemental pole at the center. Places surrounding a pole of fire would be hot, sometimes deadly so; poles of water would be surrounded by rainforests or ice fields; poles of air brought cold. But there were elemental planes of bizarre elements as well, leading to at least one area overlapping the pole of clockwork where life integrated gears, where the flowers were made of petals of gently rotating, interlocked, and sharp gears and metal teeth. Spending too long in one of these clockwork lands would result in being overtaken by the gears—if you got too close to the pole, vast gears would crush you or a preponderance of small ones would tear you apart, and if you lived within the sphere of influence of the clockwork pole for too long your biology would begin to turn to clockwork as well, your emotions and individuality fading without your notice as you joined the Great Machine.
The gods of this world were fatalistic and cynical—they could not leave the crater either, and its walls enforced the boundaries of their knowledge and their power. One—ostensibly a god of cosmic balance and the night sky—initiated the apocalypse by dropping the stars from the sky by the thousands onto all that lived within the crater, not because she wanted to, but because it was inevitable, and thus any endeavor made before the sky fell was pointless. Why not end it all now, if nothing before the end mattered? (No other gods could gainsay her—they lacked the power, or the will, to stop her, and she killed most of them before enacting her plan anyway.) The only way to survive her plan was to forge a path to the shaft at the north and make a desperate escape run to the lip of the crater, where the demon of time waited in secret.
The apocalypse was not the end, though. Never the end. Because once it was done, the demon—who outpowered the gods—would rewind time to before the stars began to fall, change one or two variables, to watch history die all over again and laugh with glee as humanity failed to escape another cycle.
I was the first person to make it out in many thousands of cycles, but I never got to see what was beyond the crater before time was rewound and I found myself back in the crater with no memory of the apocalypse that had transpired.
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slack-wise · 6 months
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Aleksandra Waliszewska
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juniper-girl · 27 days
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Undo アンドゥー (Shunji Iwai, 1994)
Picnic (Shunji Iwai, 1996)
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dipperdesperado · 1 year
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Things aren't hopeless
Been talking to some good friends about the state of things, and I've picked up on a very fatalistic and deterministic miasma. From economic and ecological collapse to social isolation to mental illness to national and international calamity, there's a lot of bad shit going down. I just want y'all to know that it didn't have to be this way. There is nothing inherent to humanity that made these results a forgone conclusion. Specific social and economic organizational structures propagated themselves on methods and actions that led to our current state of affairs. For every destructive capacity that humans have, a constructive capacity also exists. It's really easy to fall into the trap of assuming that since things are bad that 1) they have to always be bad or 2) they've always been bad. This just isn't true. We have everything we need from a technological, biological, and capacity perspective to make the egalitarian world we desire.
I don't mean to overcompensate for doomerism with green-tinted solarpunk goggles and promise that everything is going to be okay. Honestly, I'm not sure if we'll build enough grassroots power to take care of ourselves in a way comparable to what the current society provides for people who are on the upper end of the working class and above. The level/maturity of collective organization may not get to that point before collapses become more frequent. I just know that if people do what they can where they are, and build the muscles of combing a DIY ethos with care for their communal peers, we can plant the seeds of the next paradigm.
In short: things suck right now, like really bad. It's scary out there. Like, really scary. No one knows what will play out. But we can prepare, we can become self-sufficient and prop each other up, and we can survive and thrive in whatever situations we end up in. We just have to start struggling for that better future now, in whatever ways we can. We got this.
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tomhoppusdelonge · 7 months
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nanobookreview · 1 year
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Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut
I think the only reason for this book's popularity was the Vietnam war. The book is poorly structured and wastes a lot of time to say "it's all pointless."
The thing is: use nihilism for good, Kurt.
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