Hey, i’m not sure if anybody relates but i find literature to exacerbate my existential affliction.
Well.. it’s complicated. Because simultaneously i also take refuge in literature, i have derived a lot of meaning and wisdom from reading. But still maintain that it also feeds into my existential dread.
The consumption of philosophy, psychology, poetry, and classic literature feels like driving a knife viscerally into my soul. It opens my eyes, or builds upon ideas and experiences I’ve had. It’s almost a burden.
It can be so beautiful yet dangerous. Well the writing can be beautiful, but the substance haunting.