So tired of being awake
Florence South Carolina… not a booming metropolis
[Heidegger’s account of anxiety] is not the kind of anxiety for which you run to the doctor or to the psychiatrist, and you take a Valium, and you talk it out, or get on a damn twelve-step program, because it is an anxiety before the fear of nothingness. It’s an anxiety in the face of death. […] These are structures of the selves, these aren’t symptoms that Phil Donahue or Oprah Winfrey could fix! To be asked to be cured of your fundamental despair, your anxiety, is to ask to be cured of what little self you may have! It is a stupid thing to even want, in a way, because it is our anxiety that makes us look at how we came up from the past.
On the road again
I’m trying to see a bunch of people along the east coast this summer if I can actually convince myself to do it. Even though I want to leave right now
I want to be in a star trek themed skramz band with twinkley parts
The celebrity, the spectacular representation of a living human being, embodies this banality by embodying the image of a possible role. Being a star means specializing in the seemingly lived; the star is the object of identification with the shallow seeming life that has to compensate for the fragmented productive specializations which are actually lived. Celebrities exist to act out various styles of living and viewing society unfettered, free to express themselves globally. They embody the inaccessible result of social labor by dramatizing its by-products magically projected above it as its goal: power and vacations, decision and consumption, which are the beginning and end of an undiscussed process. In one case state power personalizes itself as a pseudo-star; in another a star of consumption gets elected as a pseudo-power over the lived. But just as the activities of the star are not really global, they are not really varied.
Guy Debord (via whatissocialism)