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The Nihilist
« on: December 20, 2021, 05:00:30 am »
Holden, Hentrich, and readers of this blog,

You may find this book interesting to read.

https://www.docdroid.net/hJj2BJj/the-nihilist-second-edition-2021-keijo-kangur-pdf
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« Reply #1 on: December 20, 2021, 06:08:12 am »
Thanks Raul.  I have been thinking a lot lately about how to go about feeling less anxious about my daily existence by using my imagination; that is, by imagining I am trapped in some kind of dystopian science fiction horror.  There is something in the details that are comical.  It has something to do with attitude and the "inner narrator's" perspective.

Maybe such a novel as The Nihilist might inspire me to write a little differently.  I've been experimenting, writing in inexpensive little notepads, just talking myself through life, not trying to create literature so much as simply documenting my obsession with my own brain, my own moods.   Just transitioning from sleep to wakefulness seems to be a delicate procedure where there is a tremendous amount of inner dialogue taking place.   There is a fear of becoming overwhelmed.
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Things They Will Never Tell You:  Arthur Schopenhauer has been the most radical and defiant of all troublemakers.

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« Reply #2 on: December 20, 2021, 08:09:19 am »
Hentrich,
Thank you for your comments. You and the readers of this blog can listen to The Cumshots, lyrics below, a Norwegian band I read in the Nihilist.

Even my fears are afraid
But I don't wanna feel alone together
The doors are locked
And I'm praying to God
That this time it will be forever

Picking at the scabs of my mind
And knowing just what I will find
I'm sorry
Sorry

We all have our demons
Mine is sobriety
These four walls, that's my society

A toothless dog don't need a bone
I'm sorry, mom
I still drink alone

Where the **** is the life I was promised?
I've got picture, but no reception
You have to understand
That by locking you out I am showing you affection

So whoever
Is reading this, consider it an autopsy
'Cause life...
That word just don't mean anything to me

We all have our demons
Mine is sobriety
These four walls, that's my society

A toothless dog don't need a bone
I'm sorry, mom
I still drink alone

Home is where the heart is
So what was it I missed
The home or a heart bit?
Down in the snake pit
Just praying to get bit

I know you're worried
I'm sorry
I said I'm sorry

We all have our demons
Mine is sobriety
These four walls, that's my society

A toothless dog don't need a bone
I'm sorry, mom
I still drink alone


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Re: The Nihilist
« Reply #3 on: December 20, 2021, 01:31:59 pm »
Don Raul,
Thanks for the book and the song.Much appreciated. I hope you are doing well.


Take care.
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« Reply #4 on: December 21, 2021, 10:55:21 am »
From The Nihilist: 

WHEN I STEPPED OUT of the apartment, I noticed that a note had been crudely stuck through my front door  handle.    I picked it up. From its poor grammar, it looked like it had been written by a Russian.I read the note whilst walking down the stairs. “Stop listening  to  music so  loudly  at  night,”  it  said.  “People  are  trying  to  sleep.  If you want to listen to music at night, use headphones. Otherwise, we will call the police. Or you will be evicted.”

What the  note  said  was  indeed  true.  But  then  music—at least the kind I listened to—was meant to be listened to loudly and  at  odd  hours.  And  I  couldn’t  stand wearing headphones. To me, music was like water.  It   needed to fill the room.  So that I could drown in it. Besides, they had no idea what I was going through.  So  Fuck  ‘em,  I  thought,  as  I  crumpled  the  note  and  threw it away.
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