The dilettante
@odiletante.bsky.social
when I took off the mask, I was old
That impression that capitalism has imposed a new (or not-so-new) code upon us: ‘mental sickness.’ Individual struggles are pathologized in isolation—never treated as collective social issues. We’re conditioned to self-manage our suffering in solitude, never organizing to change work environments.
June 9, 2025 at 1:56 AM
That impression that capitalism has imposed a new (or not-so-new) code upon us: ‘mental sickness.’ Individual struggles are pathologized in isolation—never treated as collective social issues. We’re conditioned to self-manage our suffering in solitude, never organizing to change work environments.
Sometimes, we have no other choice but to be ourselves.
April 11, 2025 at 3:00 AM
Sometimes, we have no other choice but to be ourselves.
"Yes! The man has everything in his hands, and if he lets it all slip away, it's because he's afraid." #books #crimeandpunishment #Dostoievski
March 25, 2025 at 3:43 AM
"Yes! The man has everything in his hands, and if he lets it all slip away, it's because he's afraid." #books #crimeandpunishment #Dostoievski
Earlier today, I drank Coke from a coffee mug.
To raise our children, we need two things: dedication and hypocrisy.
To raise our children, we need two things: dedication and hypocrisy.
March 24, 2025 at 3:48 PM
Earlier today, I drank Coke from a coffee mug.
To raise our children, we need two things: dedication and hypocrisy.
To raise our children, we need two things: dedication and hypocrisy.
In a passage from Crime and Punishment by Dostoevsky, a character is run over by a carriage. A bunch of wretched people go to the dying man's house to witness his last breaths. Not as an act of solidarity, but as a relief from their own existence: "at least it's not me." #literature
March 24, 2025 at 3:19 AM
In a passage from Crime and Punishment by Dostoevsky, a character is run over by a carriage. A bunch of wretched people go to the dying man's house to witness his last breaths. Not as an act of solidarity, but as a relief from their own existence: "at least it's not me." #literature
Only at 31 did I realize that my feet were larger than the size I had worn all my life. They had always hurt, but I believed that was just my fit—that my shape was wrong. And I'm not just talking about shoes.
March 24, 2025 at 3:12 AM
Only at 31 did I realize that my feet were larger than the size I had worn all my life. They had always hurt, but I believed that was just my fit—that my shape was wrong. And I'm not just talking about shoes.