Stray thoughts under partial quarantine

version

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I've found myself becoming increasingly cynical about any sort of collective effort or activity. You look at stuff like the clapping and it's so self-serving, people filming it for social media etc, using it a cudgel to beat each other with. I don't believe anything the majority of people do or say and I resent having to have anything to do with them.
 

luka

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Can we have some chat please lads some chinwag how have you been finding what is a very strange and completely unprecedented time you must have something to report don't just sit there , say something! Have you been wanking more? Less? Drinking more? Less? Eating better, worse? How's,your energy levels? Your emotional state? Hhow are you filling the days what routines have you developed what have you learned what occult,powers have you developed
 

luka

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I've found myself becoming increasingly cynical about any sort of collective effort or activity. You look at stuff like the clapping and it's so self-serving, people filming it for social media etc, using it a cudgel to beat each other with. I don't believe anything the majority of people do or say and I resent having to have anything to do with them.

But it's top down too isn't it. It's a class activity the teacher gave us
 

luka

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Living through the Rapture and no ones got anything to say. The hyperobject arriving and transforming the world around itself, no one cares. Boring! The End Times are here, lets pick a nice wet, wet, wet song for tune of the day. I give up. I've given up. That's it. I've been beaten. Defeated. I can't cope.
 

woops

is not like other people
and so you become of symptom of the condition you are describing. your occult powers fail you, the lifeline of the forum withers and dies. no drink and no drugs kill your resolve and you desert dissensus like everyone else deserts the streets. no one will be left to clap for luka on this thread. i have also been off the intoxicants for almost the full length of the lockdown and instead am more deeply inside the internet than ever, the mind of danny dyer and the sound of exquisite jungle, the life of fred dibnah and the depth of house and garage. i keep my diary daily and don't worry about the waste of hours. the spookiness outside is offset by the relentless joggers and walkers, the ritual is weak here in this part of the world...
 

sufi

lala
What acceleration? What do you mean please?
oh you know, the pace of the change has calmed a little.
also the uncertainties have diminished a little,
i do feel disappointed if it might only be another 3 weeks cos it is a special time, i like the disruption
i've been busy busy, wish i could get a long walk in, time has sped right up

i was up late/early last night to see the planets
 

sufi

lala
Living through the Rapture and no ones got anything to say. The hyperobject arriving and transforming the world around itself, no one cares. Boring! The End Times are here, lets pick a nice wet, wet, wet song for tune of the day. I give up. I've given up. That's it. I've been beaten. Defeated. I can't cope.
genteel round of applause for the brave martyrs
 

Corpsey

bandz ahoy
I think I'm feeling twinges of agoraphobia of a sort. Like the idea of actually leaving my area, journeying into London, its almost scary. My world has shrunk. And seeing all these people face to face again. How surreal that will be!

I also feel worried about when things go "back to normal" all my old habits will just kick in automatically. It'll be the same thing as before. And the old depressions will come back in. It won't be the end of unhappiness when I'm allowed out again. It'll be confronting unhappiness without the excuse of a pandemic.

All very self absorbed ofc but if ever there was a time to be self absorbed almost by default...
 

Yoghurt Sothoth

Lord of the files
I've found myself becoming increasingly cynical about any sort of collective effort or activity. You look at stuff like the clapping and it's so self-serving, people filming it for social media etc, using it a cudgel to beat each other with. I don't believe anything the majority of people do or say and I resent having to have anything to do with them.

I can't stand on my doorstep like a schmuck doing that, but I do want to bear witness so I cycled to the top of the hill near my house to see what happened. Best thing was rocket maroon being let off, presumably by the coast guard, over Newhaven. Drums, car horns, cheering closer by. A nice sense of the entire island emerging like coral polyps from their encasements to socialise and ululate en masse. Someone else had had the same idea, taking to the hill with her dog and standing still and listening.

I got a little peal of applause cycling back a few minutes later in that period after Mandated Clap when folk chat in the streets a while. Sarcastic applause or sincere well done for not being dead, I dunno.

The sea couldn't give a fuck though, no dolphin cheeps or seal claps. Nothing.
 
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entertainment

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I've found myself becoming increasingly cynical about any sort of collective effort or activity. You look at stuff like the clapping and it's so self-serving, people filming it for social media etc, using it a cudgel to beat each other with. I don't believe anything the majority of people do or say and I resent having to have anything to do with them.

A new cynicism has entered my mind as well. I think it comes from being confronted with death. All the other threats and dangers in life, you've sorta made your peace with as natural circumstances of life. And then comes this new threat and all these presuppositions and acceptances of the inevitable way of life get stirred up in the air and you have to confront them and forced to recalibrate what you care about and what you simply can't bother to care about.
 

kumar

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I have been doing the clap every week. theres a nurse who lives opposite who always leaves for work at that time so she does this magnanimous lap of honour in her scrubs and everyone loses the plot. also i have this ultimately harmless but complete bellend neighbour who does a little cheerleading dance with a samba whistle. even all you cynics with your weird aversion to futile conformist pleasantries wouldn't be able to resist that.
 

kumar

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i have been feeling mounting ecstacy since the begining of this when i lost my shit job, punctuated by some choice moments of abject despair right before bed. i'm really enjoying being emotionally manipulated by basic disruptions of mass routine, the weather has never been this good ever . the best day ive had for years was on tuesday queuing 2 hours for the post office for it to shut 2 people in front of me, there was a huge row halfway through, people squaring up to eachother maintaining a civil 2 meter radius.
 
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