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Kafka: The Original King of Burnout ✍️🕳️

Long before burnout became a buzzword, Kafka was living it. “Every obstacle can destroy me.” “No matter how hard I try to get out of bed, I just collapse again.” “My greatest skill? Staying still. My true talent? Spiraling.” “Early rising is the root of all stupidity.” “Starting today, I’ll keep a journal. Daily. No excuses! …Ugh. Wrote nothing. Busy tomorrow too.” “Got scolded at the factory the day before yesterday. Laid on the couch for an hour thinking about jumping out the window.” Kafka didn’t just write existential despair—he lived it, with perfect deadpan delivery. A pioneer of quiet quitting, the OG of ‘I’m trying my best but also... not really.’ This isn’t just relatability. This is philosophical collapse with literary elegance. #Entertainment #Books #Kafka #BurnoutCulture #ExistentialHumor #RelatableQuotes #DarkHumor #ModernClassic #WorkLifeBalance

Kafka: The Original King of Burnout ✍️🕳️
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Kafka: “My greatest skill? Total collapse.”

🖋️ A short life. A long echo. Franz Kafka was born on July 3, 1883, in Prague, into a Jewish household dominated by a harsh, authoritarian father and a quiet, compliant mother. This imbalance cast a long shadow over his inner world. — 💔 He loved many women—yet died unmarried. 📄 He worked 15 years in insurance—yet detested bureaucracy. 🛠️ He even invented the first civilian hard hat—because he deeply empathized with factory workers. ✍️ By day, a desk job. By night, a novelist. He believed writing for money was shameful. Art had to be pure, or not at all. In 1924, Kafka died at just 40—too sick to swallow food, he essentially starved to death. His end was as absurd and cruel as the worlds he imagined. His legacy? A whole adjective. “Kafkaesque”—a word for anything that feels like a bureaucratic nightmare wrapped in existential dread. — Here are 10 Kafka quotes to enter his world of darkness, tenderness, and terrifying clarity: 💬 “Life has meaning only because it ends.” 💬 “The heart is a house with two rooms: pain in one, joy in the other. Don’t laugh too loud—you might wake the pain.” 💬 “Hard work alone means nothing. Ants work hard too.” 💬 “We call it a path—but it’s only wandering.” 💬 “Be calm. Let the worst come. Don’t hide—observe. Replace reaction with comprehension.” 💬 “Now, nothing is truly what it claims to be. People speak of ‘home’—but their roots have long been pulled from the earth.” 💬 “If life overwhelms you, block the despair with one hand, and with the other, take notes from the ruins.” 💬 “You don’t know the power of silence. Loudness is often a trick—true strength lies in endurance.” 💬 “Balzac’s cane read: ‘I crush all obstacles.’ Mine would say: ‘All obstacles crush me.’ Still—we both have ‘everything.’” — 🌍 The world changes. Human nature doesn’t. Kafka’s stories—strange, surreal, unrelenting—are still ours. Because while his room was his prison, his words unlocked the prison we all live in. #Entertainment #Books #Kafka #Existentialism #ModernClassic #LiteratureQuotes #Philosophy #Absurdism #HumanCondition #Kafkaesque #DarkLiterature #ReadingCommunity

Kafka: “My greatest skill? Total collapse.”
Alexandra Burns

🎨 Inside the $60M DAO Betting That NFTs Will Age Like Fine Wine 🍷

While the hype cooled, Flamingo DAO quietly built one of the most legendary NFT vaults in existence: 10,000+ pieces, 230 CryptoPunks, 301 Chromie Squiggles, and the only full attribute set of Punks on earth. Oh — and one member casually minted Bored Apes with 5 ETH from the treasury. Here’s why the smartest DAO in NFTs is still all in: 🧠 What makes Flamingo special? Founded in 2020 by The LAO members (and backed by folks like Snowfro, Gary Vee, Stani from Aave) Members can individually deploy up to 5 ETH without prior approval — it’s a hive mind powered by trust Their collection strategy? Think networked collections, cultural milestones, and early bets on future legends 💎 Key holdings: 230 CryptoPunks (including an Alien and a Zombie) Full sets of Autoglyphs and CryptoPunks 300+ Squiggles, 370+ Meebits, and deep bags of AI art, Terraforms, Ringers, and more 🔥 The thesis? "NFTs aren't just collectibles. They're digital culture, preserved onchain — and they'll be seen as historical artifacts." Flamingo isn’t flipping JPEGs. They're building a museum for the metaverse. In a world going fully digital, they’re betting on culture as capital. Not hype. Not floor price. Just conviction. 💬 Do you think NFTs can stand the test of time? Or are DAOs like Flamingo clinging to a fading dream? #Entertainment #Books #NFTCulture #CryptoArt #DAO #DigitalOwnership

🎨 Inside the $60M DAO Betting That NFTs Will Age Like Fine Wine 🍷
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Me after finishing One Hundred Years of Solitude at 3AM:

Shaking. Breathless. A little heartbroken. This book isn’t just a classic—it’s the classic. A literary thunderstorm. A divine spiral of storytelling, soaked in loneliness and fate. It traces a family's rise and fall—births and deaths, dreams and decay—until all that remains is silence. The writing is lush. The imagination? Boundless. It flows like a river, and then—stops. And you just sit there. In awe. But the part that left me cold was the ending. Aureliano deciphers the parchment, only to realize he's reading the prophecy of his family’s extinction. Including his own death. And as he reads it... it happens. Right there. Full circle. It hit me like a ghost story. A dream folding in on itself. And the names… repeated for generations like echoes. So when the last Aureliano dies, it truly feels like fate completed a full loop. Like time devoured itself. It reminded me of this line I once read: "The sun, at every moment, is both rising and setting. When it quietly sinks behind one mountain, it blazes brightly on the other side. Someday, I too will descend. But elsewhere, some child will be climbing, laughing, arms full of toys. Of course, that won’t be me. But then again… won’t it?" That’s One Hundred Years of Solitude. A book about endings. That somehow keeps echoing. — #Entertainment #Books #OneHundredYearsOfSolitude

Me after finishing One Hundred Years of Solitude at 3AM: