When I go out I don’t remember anything, which begs the question, did you really have a good night if you can’t remember that you did?
Why can I read for hours and hours online but as soon as I open a book I fall asleep?
I gotta move out
Will be cheaper than buying a new vape every time my mum throws one out
If I can perfect listening to music and watching documentaries at the same time then I can consume media twice as fast.
23 minute Joe Claussell remix like it’s nothing
And the grieving die in their turn, and when they go another wail sets up….It’s not just horrible — it’s silly. Just plain dumb. Squint at it — draw your head back just a little and squint at it — and it’s truly “laughable, man”: these creatures whose life consists of a ride down a conveyor belt towards a meat grinder, making a continual wail of surprise as another one goes over the edge. Every one a surprise. “Oh! He went in! How could this happen?” “Ah, she fell! My God!” Well Duh. What’d you expect?
That’s what suffering is: going over the edge one at a time. The experience of individual death while the world grinds on. What would happen in the Nuclear Winter scenario is utterly different: all jump into the meatgrinder at once. No one is left to suffer or mourn. When some die and some live, there is suffering; when all die, blown out like a candle, there is no suffering. There is something else, something for which we have no name. But one thing is clear: it is not suffering. “We shall not suffer, for we shall not be.”