Driven by ultra-capitalistic incentives, the incessant pursuit of productivity and perfection combined with external, never-ending stimuli results in burnout and anxiety, the symptoms of an overloaded nervous system.
This is a practicing self-memoir, recorded as an inconsistent logbook. This is my junkyard of will to live. Its ability to contain raw honesty and portray life's imperfections keeps me going. It makes me feel liberated and autonomous over my current meager life. It's a sanctuary for my literary authenticity.
What dopamine is “really doing,” Berridge says, “is taking things you encounter, little cues, things you smell and hear, and if they have a motivational significance, [it] can magnify that significance,” raising the incentive to pursue them. Placing dopamine directly into the nucleus accumbens of rats, he notes, will make them work two to three... See more
Psychoanalysis, Phillips has written, “is a conversation that enables people to understand what stops them having the kinds of conversation they want.” This sort of provoking, ludic oversimplification, which simultaneously domesticates, satirizes, and widens the field of Freudian inquiry, is precisely Phillipsian.