n a t b s

Just happened to check on this thing exactly one year since my last post. Andrew is still going crazy. A lot of things are good in his life but all the fundamental problems still exist. Of course they do. They’re too deeply ingrained into all of history to simply disappear. And if they did, this blog would no longer exist. As long as I’m able to write this virtual thing in this virtual world on plastic keys, the problem persists. Did I just switch from 3rd to first person?

Yes.

The problem still persists. I’m more sure than ever that there is a problem and I’m not just crazy. But still, it persists.

I feel tingly right now.

The problem persists.

When things have been wrong your entire life, and your parents’ entire life, and their parents’ entire life, and their parent’s entire life etc. What do you do? It’s a monumental accomplishment just to realize things are wrong. And once you do, it’s even more monumental to convince others. And it’s even more difficult to change it.

It’ll probably just have to collapse on it’s own, and when it does, I’ll be ready.

What to do when the whole world is crazy?

When “sanity” is anything but sane?

When you realize you’re hopelessly trapped?

When your mother is dying and your soul has been stolen?

What to do?

A woman and her poodle-with-a-coat walk past a freezing homeless person. An intellectual blogs about it from his iPhone.

When you think about it, society is really a machine that uses us.  I’m not sure who invented it or who controls it (no one?), but we are mere cogs in this giant machine.  And the reason we don’t respect human rights is because all we care about is the machine.  If it says that these 300 people need to be fired, they get fired. It doesn’t matter what it does to their lives because the interest of the machine is what’s most important.

I guess it is run by people.  Let me clarify that, it’s run by a few people.  Several thousand at most.  And I think the point of the machine is to make their lives better. The lives of the few that run it.  As for everyone else, it’s purpose is to provide us with just enough that we don’t revolt.  That’s right, it gives the people the absolute minimum that it takes to keep us pacified and never an inch more. The selfish bastards who run the show have no interest in us other than as instruments of cheap labor. All they really care about is themselves and their families.  We’re so hopelessly oppressed we’ve forgotten that we are oppressed. But we are, and we’ll never be free as long as we buy into their crap. All this consumerism, and nationalism, and religion, it’s all bullshit. All are modes of oppression. We are not free people, for  ”slavery is determined neither by obedience nor by hardness of labor but by the status of being a mere instrument, and the reduction of man to the state of a thing.”

I’m a human being, not a cog in your goddamn machine.

My life has value. My autonomy matters. I’ll never find what I need in a store.

the void that connects us

it is what it is

a weekend in reality

before returning to the madhouse