Everyone at this conference kept invoking loneliness and claiming the antidote was conversation. That didn’t track with my own experience. My most desperate moments of loneliness have been in conversation: on a Hinge date, doomed but persisting as a form of protocol. At a publishing party, surrounded by people who look and talk like me, all of us a little drunk but maintaining our nervous, manic professionalism.
Maybe it’s just because it’s all actually real, but there’s a mind-melting yet quiet horror to this article that I feel Lovecraft could only dream of imagining.
Like some sort of Ionesco’s Rhinoceros mixed with a reverse Kafka’s Metamorphosis, grotesquely stretched over Primo Levi’s If This Is A Man.
That’s probably too convoluted of a metaphor to mean much to anyone else, but, fuck, I don’t have the energy or the will to unpack it further than that.
To think, when I first read the post title, that my initial reaction was “here we go, techtakes has finally gotten too edgy for me”.
Maybe it’s just because it’s all actually real, but there’s a mind-melting yet quiet horror to this article that I feel Lovecraft could only dream of imagining.
Like some sort of Ionesco’s Rhinoceros mixed with a reverse Kafka’s Metamorphosis, grotesquely stretched over Primo Levi’s If This Is A Man.
That’s probably too convoluted of a metaphor to mean much to anyone else, but, fuck, I don’t have the energy or the will to unpack it further than that.
To think, when I first read the post title, that my initial reaction was “here we go, techtakes has finally gotten too edgy for me”.
I need a cigarette and a scalding hot shower.