If people understood how corrupt, grandiosely narcissistic, psychopathic, and criminal the modern literary establishment is, it would all come crashing down in one day.
(The above is a delusion.)
Why write in this walled-off, obscure corner where no one can find me? I’ve determined that this is the only true path.
(There are many paths to the truth. You are just afraid.)
Some think that writing anonymously is a cop-out. Those people must not have jobs.
(You are a coward.)
The irony of the current conversation about AI and the fact that no one reads anymore: have you seen the romantasy aisle? People are reading pornography, and that’s it. At least the romantasy readers aren’t deluding themselves about what they are reading. The modern literary establishment has been pumping out pornography for a long time, it was just called something else: Booker Prize Award winning, Pulitzer Prize nominee, Macarthur “Genius” Prize…
(Then why haven’t you done better?)
The literary establishment has spent the past 100 years attempting to kill the art of storytelling (and not even hiding this all that well).
(Oh, this is another anti-woke screed…)
No one reads because the modern books are all trash, and the old books are too difficult for people who’ve endured generations of psychological warfare.
(No one forced you to spend your life on fake things. You chose those things because they were easy and made you feel good about yourself)
Since the TV entered the home, replacing the hearth, the bright light of the screen a parody of the sacred hearth where people sat around a fire and talked and (gasp!) read…
(Your grandparents were illiterate. Your parents are illiterate. You are barely literate compared to the average schoolchild of 1850.)
There is no going back. We’ve been sullied, but it’s not totally hopeless. I’ll never believe that it’s hopeless, not if we are still here.
(Hope = cope.)
I’ve also decided that there is nothing more important than the truth. I saw things up-close, how it works. What’s going on in these hallowed places, our new religion of science and meritocracy.
(You didn’t see anything. You imagined it all so you could believe you were a victim.)
It is about finding talented potential upstarts, recruiting them, rendering them completely and utterly cucked. But this is only part of the story. it’s a delicate process too, and we will never outsmart the architects of fake reality.
(Excuses, excuses).
We must have smarts and faith. That’s the only way we win.
(Smarts and faith? You’ve got to be kidding me. The game has already been lost. The only reason you are writing this now is because now you see that there isn’t a chance for you to win anyway, so you are self-destructing in an attempt to justify all the mistakes you made that brought you here, to make up for how you didn’t do anything to stop any of it because you were too self-absorbed, too cowardly, but mostly, too lazy to do anything but feel sorry for yourself. You wasted so many opportunities. You almost always chose the easy way out.)
“the distortion of a text is not unlike a murder”
