When I am flourishing life’s about moods, when I am crashing it’s about emotions. Moods are beautiful and sacred fundamental categories of the psycho-ontological subsistence of the life-world, and emotions are a nausea with a background story.
We’re fucking blessed to be the kind of creature who can find sufficient restitution for its sadness in a good description of its sadness.
14: Ecclesiastes
15-16: Wittgenstein
17-18: Nabokov
19-20: The L=A=N=G=U=A=G=E scene
21: The anti-Indie vibe
22-23: Wittgenstein
24-25: The LessWrong scene