A couple of years ago I wrote myself some notes. Ideas, suggestions, questions, and all that shit. Here I revisit those notes and discuss how they've impacted my life, where I've made progress and where I've continued fuck up over and over and over and over and over and over.
Dostoevsky writes from the perspective of a man trapped in a psychological labyrinth of his own making. The narrator describes his walls to you in vivid detail, even describing to you why his cage is much nicer than yours.
I read excerpts of the first section of the book, examine the perspective of the narrator, relate to his misery and try to justify day-to-day life in the face of the inevitable death of the universe.
in this episode i try to decide which parts of me i spare and which parts of me get the axe