You are talking to a person who double majored in econ and poli sci, was making 80k a year as a data analyst for a non profit helping the homeless…
… who was made homeless when I was determined by my doctors to be autistic; my family rejected this and decided instead that i was delusional and needed to be thrown into a mental asylum in the middle of no where.
I opted to pack up my shit and leave, but they disabled my phone (family plan!), locking me out of my email, bank account… things went downward from there.
I have worked, in the past, for MSFT, for huge global import/export companies, at the top floor with a cubicle 5 feet from the CEO’s office…and now I have spent a year getting the shit kicked out of me by fentanyl addicts, getting robbed every week, starving, freezing…
I have seen, first hand, the unimaginable contrast between the lofty hyperreality, in all its intricate mathematical, mechanical detail, the function and purpose of its rhetoric… and and the grimy murderous foundation it is intended to anaesthetize us all to.
… I stopped trying to make sense of it all. Stopped trying to come up with some kind of way we can plausibly go forward as a society. Stopped caring about the big picture.
The immense physical pain is one thing. Losing all your belongings is another. Longer lasting is the trauma of watching good people die, being terrified all the time that someone will be waiting for you, someone will pull a knife or a gun.
But what I cannot reconcile is the hypocrisy of society at large, its indifference, its annoyance at a person with nothing even existing, and how just… nothing, no aid, no necessities for human life are possible in this society if you have no home, no address, no wallet, no phone, your tendons and muscles torn and your bones broken so you cannot walk or write.
I should be dead many times over. But I am not.
Thats about all the sense I can currently make out of this country.
That if you are all you can count on, you’re basically fucked.
Capitalist Hyperreality: Every possible thought or political stance is … not banned… but a managed market demographic. As close as you can get to literally selling your soul.
You are talking to a person who double majored in econ and poli sci, was making 80k a year as a data analyst for a non profit helping the homeless…
… who was made homeless when I was determined by my doctors to be autistic; my family rejected this and decided instead that i was delusional and needed to be thrown into a mental asylum in the middle of no where.
I opted to pack up my shit and leave, but they disabled my phone (family plan!), locking me out of my email, bank account… things went downward from there.
I have worked, in the past, for MSFT, for huge global import/export companies, at the top floor with a cubicle 5 feet from the CEO’s office…and now I have spent a year getting the shit kicked out of me by fentanyl addicts, getting robbed every week, starving, freezing…
I have seen, first hand, the unimaginable contrast between the lofty hyperreality, in all its intricate mathematical, mechanical detail, the function and purpose of its rhetoric… and and the grimy murderous foundation it is intended to anaesthetize us all to.
… I stopped trying to make sense of it all. Stopped trying to come up with some kind of way we can plausibly go forward as a society. Stopped caring about the big picture.
The immense physical pain is one thing. Losing all your belongings is another. Longer lasting is the trauma of watching good people die, being terrified all the time that someone will be waiting for you, someone will pull a knife or a gun.
But what I cannot reconcile is the hypocrisy of society at large, its indifference, its annoyance at a person with nothing even existing, and how just… nothing, no aid, no necessities for human life are possible in this society if you have no home, no address, no wallet, no phone, your tendons and muscles torn and your bones broken so you cannot walk or write.
I should be dead many times over. But I am not.
Thats about all the sense I can currently make out of this country.
That if you are all you can count on, you’re basically fucked.
Capitalist Hyperreality: Every possible thought or political stance is … not banned… but a managed market demographic. As close as you can get to literally selling your soul.