i hate my job. i despise having to "earn" resources for my own survival. are you exhausted from having to prove that you deserve to live, too? i keep thinking...what if there was a solution? maybe it's where i least expect it.
nothing has really changed. nothing, except that our suffering is more customizable, maybe? we can aestheticize our suffering, for ourselves and others to observe. we're all just voyeurs and exhibitionists. we experience life through our eyesight and that's really it. we are no longer entitled to the luxury of sensuality. we are only able to look pretty as we disintegrate into nothingness.