Is there any good literature about dissociation/depersonalisation/derealization?

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It's usually episodic, mental disorder seems too strong to apply to it. It also depends on your philosophical background.

Go back to /mu/ and stop listening to entry-level garbage, you pretentious pseud.

>stop listening to entry-level garbage
>you pretentious pseud.

What.

OP pretends that Kid A is a deep album about "m-muh dissociation" but it's just babbys first bloop rock album.
Every /mu/ crossposter should be banned on sight.

It seems that's all OP knows, isn't it acceptable then that OP comes looking for better material regarding the subject OP's interested in?

Fucking this. I hate plebbit kids spamming pathetic shitty music. It's okay until you stay on that shithole of /mu/, but please get out from here

Peepee poopoo butt fart dick jam haha dooty hole

(drink bleach)

>OP pretends that Kid A is a deep album about "m-muh dissociation"
[citation needed]

On a side note, I'd be surprised if you or anyone ITT can actually offer a legitimate criticism of the album without resorting to "hurr it's entry-level" or "hurr [demographic] likes it".

Was in response to

Legitimate criticism: it's normie-tier garbage

Or offer a good rec.

Ironic that you tell me to "go back to /mu/" while demonstrating the very same characteristics that make /mu/such a terrible board.

/mu/ likes radioshit
I hate radioshit
le me = /mu/ ?

wrong argument

Not an argument ;)

;^)

OP if this is something you're dealing with then you really have my sympathies. I went through this for a while and it was hell. Luckily came out the other end.

/mu/ is characterised by elitism of the worst kind. Not that there's anything wrong with elitism in itself – if anything it's beneficial. The problem with /mu/'s brand of elitism is that it's based on extra-musical characteristics such as popularity and some vague concept of "coolness", and has very little to do with the actual quality of the music being discussed. The reason for this is that very few people on /mu/ are actually endowed with anything approaching genuine musical knowledge, so they can only ever criticise music on the most superficial level. Using "normie-tier" as a criticism is a very /mu/ thing to do.

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bring radioshit out of here

Ironic shitposting is still shitposting.

The thread isn't even about Radiohead, that's just the image I chose to accompany my post. It has nothing to do with the subject of the thread.

/mu/ is shit because the lack of elitism.
Everyone think they are cool because of their 3x3 full of Radiohead, Swans and Bjork.
In fact, /mu/ discourages elitism by mocking those who search and enjoy music outside of the p4k scene.

???

Also partly true. There are two main types of posters on /mu/ and both of them are terrible.

For a serious recommendation, The Book of Disquiet.

>“Today, suddenly, I reached an absurd but unerring conclusion. In a moment of enlightenment, I realized that I'm nobody, absolutely nobody. When the lightning flashed, I saw that what I had thought to be a city was in fact a deserted plain and, in the same sinister light that revealed me to myself, there seemed to be no sky above it. I was robbed of any possibility of having existed before the world. If I was ever reincarnated, I must have done so without myself, without a self to reincarnate.

>I am the outskirts of some non-existent town, the long-winded prologue to an unwritten book. I'm nobody, nobody. I don't know how to feel or think or love. I'm a character in a novel as yet unwritten, hovering in the air and undone before I've even existed, amongst the dreams of someone who never quite managed to breathe life into me.

>I'm always thinking, always feeling, but my thoughts lack all reason, my emotions all feeling. I'm falling through a trapdoor, through infinite, infinitous space, in a directionless, empty fall. My soul is a black maelstrom, a great madness spinning about a vacuum, the swirling of a vast ocean around a hole in the void, and in the waters, more like whirlwinds than waters, float images of all I ever saw or heard in the world: houses, faces, books, boxes, snatches of music and fragments of voices, all caught up in a sinister, bottomless whirlpool.

>And I, I myself, am the centre that exists only because the geometry of the abyss demands it; I am the nothing around which all this spins, I exist so that it can spin, I am a centre that exists only because every circle has one. I, I myself, am the well in which the walls have fallen away to leave only viscous slime. I am the centre of everything surrounded by the great nothing.

>And it is as if hell itself were laughing within me but, instead of the human touch of diabolical laughter, there's the mad croak of the dead universe, the circling cadaver of physical space, the end of all worlds drifting blackly in the wind, misshapen, anachronistic, without the God who created it, without God himself who spins in the dark of darks, impossible, unique, everything.

>If only I could think! If only I could feel!”

Wonderful reccomendation.