“Did you ever have that happen where you’re sitting in front of the computer all day and then you go outside and you’re amazed by the resolution of everything? Like, ‘Wow! Look at the leaves on that tree!’”

“Yeah, the pixels in meatspace are really small.”

“Who are you?”
“I am nobody, and so are you.”

I am living vicariously through myself.

"Fun but pointless: I guess that pretty much sums it up. In fact, I guess that pretty much sums up existence."

Ambition poisons a life.

I want to be the white whale, a solitary whale, alone and roaming a wide world, eating my squid.

Nationalism encourages war. Do not associate yourself with any nation; associate yourself only with humanity.

Yes, I think in language. Yes, I organize all of reality in language. Yes, I exist in language. But language is not my existence.

There is only one story. That is the story of my life, this life, the life.

“You shouldn’t be here.”
“I shouldn’t be anywhere.”

“Did you sleep well?”
“Never.”

Humans really like killing each other. They do it again and again, on massive scales. Humans do not like being killed and they do not like those humans to whom they are close being killed. This is a paradox.

Everything goes away. Life __ death. Everything __ fine __ pain __ dead __ goes away.

I cannot go to bed. I am never done with the night.