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- Reality is totally disjuncted: our phones have opened up a new, simultaneous dimension for consciousness to exist in. Ethics used to mean: reflect on what you’ve done, but now, we do in two different realms at once. Ethics fractures along the lines of the smartphone.
- The soul is killed by degrees in a society in which there is no privacy, in which we carry around devices which watch, record, and manipulate us at ALL times.
- Life is always looking for ways to destroy itself — but why? We don’t question what Freud called the ‘death instinct’ enough. It’s one thing for human beings to be mortal, another thing to be wantonly destructive.
- So called ‘writers’ should be ashamed to produce exponentially weaker versions of what Shakespeare wrote 400 years ago. Realistically, perhaps a few hundred human beings, out of maybe, six billion, have any business trying to do anything that might be considered original ‘writing.’ Everything else is just a excess, waste.
- What do you say to the millions of writers on the internet, or elsewhere — the tens of millions — who simply have nothing to say, who can only regurgitate the most banal opinions possible? You can’t say anything: they are totally immured in the fantasy that they are ‘writing’ and not just re-inscribing the petty myths of the society that created them.
- The most heroic lives end the same way the most pathetic lives do: randomly, and forever.
