The Existential Dilemma in Kobo Abe’s Woman in the Dunes This unsettling novel starts with this opening line: ONE day in August a man disappeared.We, literary observers, put this Japanese literature along with Camus’s Sisyphus or Dostoevsky’s …

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How to Be a Bad Writer

Want to be a "bad" writer? Embrace messy, unpolished truth over perfect prose. Real writing leaks, stutters, and refuses to close its wounds—because coherence is cowardice and honesty doesn't need clean grammar. blog.rumanneupane.com/2026/01/how-...

Vibe-coding,then agentic engineering,why not just say,“we are ruining the world”?Easy.A hadful of tech guys keep talk' about these so-called big things,but they'v missed something obvious:they're drifting away from humanity itself.This isn’t science or progress,mate.It’s ego dressed up in your soul.

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It's true my head is misaligned, my nerves, my fissures are broken and full of disgrace. If you read my font, filter it, or you would regret.

Phapsha, I know you are alone today—on your balcony, scratching your nails, owning the ache in your soul. I am here to lead you into my underworld. Come with me. Look into my eyes and speak in phalangeal signs to my waiting limbs.

Jon Stewart, AI, and the End of Human Labor YouTube video by Sam Harris

AI represents productivity without the 'tax' of human labor youtu.be/ypHYV7B-dh4

I can read one day a week, but for the rest of the days I contemplate with trembling muscles and sodden veins, experiencing extreme pain. There are times when I don’t want to hear my own voice, because it trembles with rage.

At the verge of the weekend, I always remember this excerpt from Miller. He writes:

“Think of the human race walking around with a bone on. The kangaroo has a double penis—one for weekdays and one for holidays.”

The Hill of Love-Land

Poem of love land.
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Graffitischrift auf weiß gestrichener Wand: "The Planet doesn't need more 'successful' people. The planet desperately needs more peacemakers, healers, restorers, storytellers & and lovers of all kinds."

Moin. Wünsche einen guten Start in die neue Woche.

I feel good about everything this morning. It was too bad, after all. Should I detour my headway to no-skull land?

The Woman In the Dunes—Book Review

This unsettling novel starts with this opening line: ONE day in August a man disappeared.
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AI or Mescaline? What Do We Need?

Huxley took mescaline to see infinity; we built AI to map it. One unfiltered, one coded—both chasing the real. Which doorway expands us more: chemical or algorithmic?

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How to Read Philosophy: Lessons from My Reading

How to Read Philosophy: Lessons from My Reading
Ruman Neupane
Philosophy, Books & Movies
Tuesday, January 20, 2026
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30 Years of Reading, 30 Sentences

After 30 years of chasing meaning through books, I distilled the sentences that didn't just inspire—they grabbed me by the collar, shattered illusions, and forced awakening.

#Philosophy #ReadingLife #PersonalGrowth.

*me challenging a group of teens to a pickup basketball game*
who wants a game
*I try to rip off my sweatpants but they're not tear away and I just tug at them until I fall down*
I got next

Last week on the trail, I found one of my favorite quiet miracles.

These are Pipevine flowers — easy to miss, blooming before the leaves arrive, long before most things wake up.

They’re part of a remarkable relationship that eventually gives rise to the Pipevine Swallowtail butterfly.

I confess that I still struggle to believe that there are people out there who cannot tell the difference between genuine photographs and AI-generated images.

A Stephanie PSA: if I have saved one of your posts, no I haven’t. I didn’t mean to. I have fat thumbs. I don’t care enough to save anything. I hope you can take this an internalize it, so when you wonder, hmm wonder what she’s up to. The answer is *nothing*

Once, long ago, I stood on a rostrum to recite my poem. I almost recognized the culprit behind my nerves: it was always people—humanity rather than man. I stopped delivering the beauty of words, my poem itself, and said, “You people are not worthy of my tautology.

When I opened my eyes this morning and saw the world, I felt a huge Fenris-jaw approaching me. I jerked my head slightly, and the world felt heavier than ever. I hate this heaviness—the pressure of Fenris’s jaw closing in on me.

These days, whenever I think of men, their faces rise before me, and I hate them at once. There is something wretched in their freshness—something awful in the way they look.

The day I started walking on Cumberland road.

I started turning my life into logs—fragmented, out-of-order notes about nausea, vanishing time, and the slow feeling of disappearing while mopping floors and missing buses.

Yes, it does.

Nuremberg: The Psychiatrist, The Monster, and The Mirror We Cannot Look Away From

Nuremberg: The Psychiatrist, The Monster, and The Mirror We Cannot Look Away From

Teaching a River to Whisper

I explore attention, intimacy, and inner stillness through a river’s quiet lessons.I listen closely to water,memory, and myself, noticing how each subtle ripple reshapes my creativity,
presence, and the way I move through my days as both watcher and participant.
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Case of Venezuela: Zarathustra, Modern Violence, and the Failure of Law

Modern law speaks of peace while power quietly rewrites the rules.Venezuela’s suffering,Zarathustra’s prophecy, Kali Yuga’s decay, and the Melian Dialogue all poit to one truth:when meaning collapses, violence becomes“management.” This age isn’t evil—just tired, and dangerously forgetful of justice.

What else can you do! #fragile #be-one-to-one #easylife #be-human-again