#or sitting in a bathtub and listening to pressure by my brightest diamond

[kaurwreck]

scrolling down your blog is like,,, enrichment. i’ve been too exhausted to read anything for months (idk why, i just sit at home and do chores and wait for application results) but DANG are you motivating me. also dostoyevskys brand of psychoanalysis in his novels is weird at face value, but if you read one of his novels MY GOD does it come together like lightning in a storm. have you ever read tolstoy?

This is going to reflect so badly on me, but my aversion to Dostoevsky is less that I thought it might be weird, and more that I grew up around addicts and convicts and those who lived when they should've died thrice over and the philosophies born thereof, so I dismissed that there could be any further insight left for me in the valleys. But in reading Dostoevsky in the Face of Death and Problems of Dostoevsky's Poetics, I was reminded that my own rabidity can't be divorced from addicts and convicts and those who lived when they should've died thrice over and the philosophies born thereof, and that there's wisdom in viscera.

I have not read Tolstoy, but from what I've heard, he's polished and layered and intentional, so I would probably enjoy him immensely.

Also, I'm not sure what application results you're waiting for, but waiting where there's any tension is taxing. It will wring you dry; it's impressive enough that you're maintaining chores. I'm glad I can help provide enrichment and motivation in the meantime, but while it may not feel like you're doing much, neither was Atlas by that same logic— all he had to do, after all, was stand around and carry the weight of the world.