I do not see the sense in investing in a reality that distracts from, clutters up, destroys, and disrespects the things I love. I cannot invest in my own entrapment. I cannot spend the fleeting moments of my existence in the utter loathsome degradation necessitated by consumptive endeavors of capitalist conditioning. To do so would be to ignore intrinsic questions of human existence; questions of purpose, meaning, integrity, and beauty."The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation" -Thoreau
That brings up a pain in me I've tried hard to erase...
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