I just noticed
how i’m thinking about the earth again, while most other people just think about themselves.
Let us not forget
that both nazis and communists condemned us to camps, and the pleb majority right now everyone caters to.
They don’t understand us, nor do we mean to cater to them.
It is ineffectual.
These house garden and kitchen nazis and communists may seem reprehensible to us.
None the less
are we in our cage among them as is considered, unable to speak, overwhelmed with the status quo remarks of theirs?
Without our classical means to speak to the others, and to find through our arts.
No wonder
this is a dystopia – FLOMM tried to make the masses think when they just don’t think.
The robots file in their memory. Human experience comes up again as I failed once again.
We are living in Bezos and Zuckerberg’s little bubble now; they have flimsy ideals that put people in a category – like a box – rather then accept differences for the art that we are and let it cross-pollinate.
This is all my system.
I am allergic to grey – grey peoples – I already knew this would happen and it was more grey then expected.
There is an impoverishment going on with this subjectivity – people can NOT get out and move to the next level.

As an antimodernist, I am not qualified to be good either.
I mean, the cloaca and so many CRITICIZE MODERNISM, but if you provide the solution then you no longer part of the age.
LOOK AT THAT MEME???
NOW AM I MODERN.
How grand.
That person is also an antimodernist then???
It doesn’t work on THREE levels:
Saying this is the closet to your grandmother requires a theory to solve;
by that definition, that theory is then not antimodernist;
antimodernism also has the cloaca machine and all this other criticism.
And
one would forget all the bands and the gothics;
and metal;
are they all antimodernist???
I’m giving you arguments but i never get anything back??
How insane is that??
—tristitia languorem
Flommist Tristitia Languorem eats tragedy. They have many names but it doesn’t change much the whole premise of the ideals. Antwerp, Belgium is where home is. It’s time for a fresh start. Copyright © 2025 Tristitia Languorem. Pictured up top: Scene from François Truffaut’s take on Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451 (1966).
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