Often, what allows someone to behave heroically in dire circumstances is unpalatable in day-to-day life.

I read The Conspiracy Against the Human Race and found it incredibly powerful writing. For me as a reader, it was less impactful as philosophy than as one writers ultimate confessional: an absolute horror story, where the self is the monster.

I knew the past wasn't real. It was only an idea, and the thing I'd wanted to touch, to brush against, the feeling I couldn't name - it just didn't exist. It was only an idea, too.

The ideas within this philosophy are certainly not exclusive to any writer.

Often, what allows someone to behave heroically in dire circumstances is unpalatable in day-to-day life.

I'm not in the service business.

Whatever story you're telling in Louisiana, the landscape is going to become a character in it.