“All of us prefer what is friendly, sincere, pleasant - nice. But in an immiserated world of pervasive and real crisis, which should be causing all of us to radically reassess everything, the nice can be the false.”

— John Zerzan , book Future Primitive and Other Essays

The Nihilist Dictionary
Future Primitive and Other Essays (1994)

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American anarchist and primitivist philosopher and author 1943

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