Here you can find a broth of experience in music, film, literature, drugs, poetry and the arts filtered from a purposive spoon into the syringe of junk philosophy, ready to be mainlined into your brain.
Junk philosophy is not about heroin. Opiate addiction can be seen as both an allegory for the philosophy and an expression of the philosophy in action. No one here is suggesting you use opiates, although we would suggest you try to treat addicts like the actual human beings they are. Rather, the experience of opiate addiction lends itself to an inward-looking form of existential nihilism. You see hints of it in literature as early as de Quincey and Baudelaire, and more particularly in the writings of Burroughs and Trocchi.
So, some of us are on junk; some are not. I am not and have not been for many, many years. Most people can’t imagine a functional, intelligent junky, because the functional ones stay hidden in the closet. We’re not in the closet here. Some people are junk philosophers and don’t even realize it. If you’re the kind of person who questions society, relates to the outsider, considers the meaning of life, sees the glass as half empty, wonders what morality even means, or stands at the edge of a cliff and feels giddy at the freedom to jump, maybe you’re one of us.