Preamble

Ode to the Nihilist:

Since its foundation, the philosophy of nihilism has questioned the pragmatism of human endeavor. As it relates to literary work, many of these organized pessimists have colluded to form the viewpoint that all possible words have already been written. That all concepts have been covered, and that the work of a single author is simply a remix of established phenomenon. They argue, then, that there is no benefit to having yet another work from yet another old hat hack churning out the same Times New Roman twelve point jargon as so many before. 

I agree. Writers are readers. We borrow from one another just like the visual artists, the inventors, the civil rights activists, juris doctors, ad infinitum. The moment we build something, it's already old, it's components picked out, sometimes with minimal discretion, from the great litigious clunker of human thought. 

I object, however, to the notion that this is useless. That it serves no purpose. That humanity as a whole reaps no benefit from its endeavors. Literary or otherwise. 

What we write is old, but the community we build is not. Perhaps the words have been said and said again. But the writers are new, and their readers too. It is for the consistent and spontaneous genesis of new writers and newish ideas that I dedicate this page. 

I acknowledge the communal effort that is every work. I will give credit to those who have inspired me at the beginning of every applicable post; while maintaining that the content of my own posts are wholly original. 

With that being said, I invite you to my work. Nihilist or not.