From the time I can remember, I have had a strong notion that is mainly aesthetic, which I call "the icy bleakness of things". At the same time, I feel a huge loneliness from this concept. This set of feelings seems to be self-contradictory, because these concepts and worldviews seem to make it impossible to talk about loneliness, not to mention my "life-threatening sorrow". According to common sense, all these heartbreaking sentimentality seems to kneel in front of your works of art, because your works so powerfully show what I call "the coldness of things", which can subvert or destroy all sentimentality, using barrenness. The reality surrounds it, and permeates it with a kind of imaginary stagnation and lifelessness. However, now that I think about it, I have to say that the effect of your work is just the opposite. If your "dream monologue" is meant to evoke the "coldness of things", then you have failed both on the level of art and beyond. You have failed your art, you have failed yourself, and you have failed me. If your art conveys the true coldness and sadness of things, then I can’t feel the need to know who you are. When I find that there are people who feel the same as me and have similar mental states and share these experiences with me by recording dream monologues. At that time, I won’t feel the sorrow of life, I shouldn’t feel that I have to come in contact with you, and I shouldn’t think of you as someone I have to get acquainted with. This action violated every principle I have ever remembered. What are you that dare to make me violate these long-standing principles?
—— Translated from The Bungalow House
to the end in the next section , not surprisingly, this "you" is naturally "me". Everyone said that Marty didn't know what he wanted, everyone said that you knew what he wanted, and you also said "I know who I am". Naturally, all this is bullshit (a certain degree of bullshit). The glass ball game master just stepped out of the ivory tower and drowned in the dunya.
Thomas Ligotti spends all the articles spreading the three notions: 1. There is nowhere to go, 2. There is nothing to do, 3. No one can recognize, but he still brushes the code and words. I would like to encourage you with EP6.
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