{∅, {∅}, {∅, {∅}}} : Rage Against the Meat Grinder

That is an excellent first-hand account of "work," from ultra.com. Everyone is pushed and pullex in various directions, living on borrowed time, at the mercy of the compassion and patience of others, often not realizing that "the grind" is not a compassionate or patient way to treat ONESELF.

I just quit my job two days ago. Before I walked out, I super-glued some posters I made onto walls by the timeclocks listing the ways in which the actual workers were being screwed over by the overlords. I made sure to call out the Owner class and their managerial peons as one last "fuckk you" to the prison.

Now I'm taking my time wandering around this city, sitting in a coffeshop or the library, TAKING CARE of myself in this hellworld of a planet. Watching my fellow slaves shuffle off to work, sitting glued to their office chairs; seeing the poor children being sent off to their re-education camps. And I walk, being perfectly useless to this civilization and it's economy.

I don't know what is next up for me. But aimlessness has always been my natural propensity, so I am rolling with it for now.

Edit: And yes, observing the news about the collapse of Australia, megadrought in Africa, new records of CO2 emissions being set, the warming Artic, and on and on, was part of the reason why I said "ffuck it." Really, what is the point?

I sit here in this self-branded "liberal" coffeeshop, listening to the droning noise of trivial conversation, the "politically correct" terminology thrown around for moral-hero points ( ),, as we prisoners of Industrial Civilization (energy-hungry apes) rush headlong into food and water shortages, new wars, and ecological extinction. Where's Celine when you need him?