Minervaeando.  (at Malta Cerveteca & Gastropub)

Minervaeando. (at Malta Cerveteca & Gastropub)

Gogol Bordello-style. (at La Fundación)

"I’d consider myself a realist, alright? But in philosophical terms I’m what’s called a pessimist… I think human consciousness is a tragic misstep in evolution. We became too self-aware. Nature created an aspect of nature separate from itself - we are creatures that should not exist by natural law… We are things that labor under the illusion of having a self, that accretion of sensory experience and feelings, programmed with total assurance that we are each somebody, when in fact everbody’s nobody… I think the honorable thing for our species to do is to deny our programming. Stop reproducing, walk hand in hand into extinction - one last midnight, brothers and sisters opting out of a raw deal."

— Rustin Cohle, True Detective



[Life] is a tale,…

[Life] is a tale,…

"A philosopher heals himself differently; he heals himself, for example, through nihilism. The belief that there is no truth, the nihilist belief, is a great stretching of the limbs for one who, as a warrior of knowledge, incessantly lies in battle with hateful truths. For truth is hateful."

— Friedrich Nietzsche, Kritische Studienausgabe 

Life Is Born (from All.I.Can)

(Source: vimeo.com)

"It is indeed impossible to imagine our own death,” Sigmund Freud wrote in 1915, “and whenever we attempt to do so, we can perceive that we are in fact still present as spectators. Hence the psychoanalytic school could venture on the assertion that, at bottom, no one believes in his own death, or to put the same thing another way, that, in the unconscious, every one of us is convinced of his own immortality."

Shot, Stabbed, Hanged - Lapham’s Quarterly



n. the moment you realize that you’re currently happy—consciously trying to savor the feeling—which prompts your intellect to identify it, pick it apart and…

n. the moment you realize that you’re currently happy—consciously trying to savor the feeling—which prompts your intellect to identify it, pick it apart and put it in context, where it will slowly dissolve until it’s little more than an aftertaste.

"¿Qué se propone uno con la filosofía? Enseñar a la mosca a escapar del frasco."

— Ludwig Wittgenstein

"Look at any year long enough and you begin to believe that it was the very hinge point of history. Look longer, and you realize that approximately everything is happening approximately all the time."

— Robin Sloan

"I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can’t feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often."

—  Charles Bukowski, Tales of Ordinary Madness  (via quienesesachica)

(Source: justmakemexscream, via quienesesachica)


Privatización, que se privatice todo.

Que se privatice Machu Picchu, que se privatice Chan Chan, que se privatice la Capilla Sixtina, que se privatice el Partenón, que se privatice Nuno Gonçalves, que se privatice la catedral de Chartres, que se privatice el Descendimiento de la cruz de Antonio da Crestalcore, que se privatice el Pórtico de la Gloria de Santiago de Compostela, que se privatice la cordillera de los Andes, que se privatice todo, que se privatice el mar y el cielo, que se privatice el agua y el aire, que se privatice la justicia y la ley, que se privatice la nube que pasa, que se privatice el sueño, sobre todo si es diurno y con los ojos abiertos. Y, finalmente, para florón y remate de tanto privatizar, privatícense los Estados, entréguese de una vez por todas la explotación a empresas privadas mediante concurso internacional. Ahí se encuentra la salvación del mundo… Y, metidos en esto, que se privatice también a la puta que los parió a todos.


— José Saramago.
Fragmento de Cuadernos de Lanzarote (1993-1995)


sonder - n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own



n. the feeling that no matter what you do is always somehow wrong—that any attempt to make your way comfortably through the world will only end up crossing some invisible taboo—as if there’s some obvious way forward that everybody else can see but you, each of them leaning back in their chair and calling out helpfully, colder, colder, colder.