Everyone on the Internet secretly hates themselves, at least while they’re on the Internet.
On the question of what we can do to stop sincerity, I’ve always tried to practice what I would call Radical Not Giving a Shit or “The New Whatever.
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i wish i knew what sincerity meant [deleted] is this paranoia or naivety? |
Arguing on the internet is like competing in the Special Olympics, even if you lose you’re still a human being with feelings and something to contribute to the world.
We’re all on the losing side of this. It’s her world, not ours. She’s ridiculous, but because she anticipates the coming idiocy; we are ridiculous because we are the clinging, wailing, bemoaning past, formal and pedantic and right. This is a war for the zeitgeist, and Langer and Nostrich are our avatars. Godspeed, fellas.
Can Muslims Breastfeed? Do Lesbians Autism or Is It Choice? Is Facebook Making Us Feel More Non-Monogamy? The New Face of the Old Part That’s the Same (And Why That’s a Good Thing). Do Vaccines Prevent Female Children in Private Schools From ‘Having It All’? CAN THINGS BE DO NOUNS … WORRY FACE IS GOOD BAD?? WHY I HURT [stock photo anger moms].
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the crew compartment’s breaking up |
In the beginning, God created the heaven and earth. Then He created man in His likeness, and He gave him dominion over all the earth, and over every creeping thing that creepeth upon the earth. Then He created a listicle of the 17 All-Time Creepiest Creeping Things That Creepeth Upon the Earth, and He saw that it was good, although maybe not as good as the garden He was supposed to be making when He got distracted by that BuzzFeed story about Peaches Geldof dropping a baby.
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how should we feel? should i feel bad for feeling the way i currently feel? |
William Gass on tumblr, the Internet “community”, et al.
Our world resembles the night sky, since all those stars we see shining together, and which seem to exist in the same plane as though painted on a plate, actually bring us their light from different times — a few are thousands of light-years away, some are nearer, perhaps half a century off — and when we, often awestruck, gaze at them, we see this mottled past, and if we are wise we try to correct for and understand the differences; not always easy, since the spangle of the skies does resemble in its simultaneity and dazzling presence, Las Vegas’ seductive signs. But the stars (or the light we admire in the stars’ stead) do not constitute a community. The stars do not constitute a heavenly society. The stars stand in a vast chill of indifference and send out for no reason their wholly lonely and utterly meaningless beams.
-William H. Gass, A Temple of Texts
[a study of light]
