This place is a prison.

First, this is the my current most favorite piece of music ever that I have heard. It is Ligeti. Listen to it while you read.

I am reading One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich. You too should read it, and think hard about the fact that you are a wage-slave.

I recently had one of the most upsetting conversations that I have ever had with any human being.

Me: "What would happen if Walmart just disappeard?"

American: "There would just be another super-store to replace it in a few years"

Me: "Ok, well what would happen to the millions of people who work at Walmart?"

American: "They wouldn't have jobs!"

Me: "Well, what do you think they would do to fix that?"

American: "I dunno, they would probably leech off of the government..."

Me: "Thats it? That is their only option?"

American: "Well they could just roll over and die."

Me: "Ok, what would you do if you were one of those people?"

American: "I don't know. I'd probably start my own business."

Me: "Ok, so, for you that is your 'best case scenario', right? Why?"

American: "Because that has the most potential to benefit me."

Me: "What do you mean by that?"

Third party, witnessng the carnage chimes in: "It gives him the best chance to sustain where he currently is..."

American: "Yeah, that."

Me: "Hypothetically you work at Walmart, and we can assume you make a fair wage. You probably have a quarter acre lot, and a multi-bedroom house. Why, out of all the possible options, did you not even consider tilling your entire backyard and growing potatoes?"

American: "Because, potatoes don't make me any MONEY!!"

Me: "Rage."

The American then went on to explain that without a job he couldn't appreciate a few amenities and do some of the things that he likes to do. Like playing video games and working on cars.

I told him that he could build a generator out of car parts and build cars out of shit.

I was a bit nicer than that, but not too much nicer.

This entire conversation started because he was trying to tell the witnessing Third-Party that he was being ridiculous for wanting to move to Thailand after hearing about the Phosphorous shortage.

This, is an outrage.

Sometimes my mind is blown; just completely enraged at the world. It breaks my head in two all the time, and all I want to do is not be here. The fucking everything doesn't work. It beats and beats and beats, the beast, over and over until there is nothing to eat. I mean eat and beat? Same difference right? You've all got your wheels and your fumes and you take and make what you want. You don't look at what you had or even ever really what you've got. Buying and selling the World you don't own. In fact, swallow this, you don't own shit. You are completely empty and broke. Wear your hats, make your love, follow death, fear it too, and when you get there and see it holding your hand... Ask not what God can do for your country, but what has God done? Or even, is God you? Or Satan, same and the won... Make believe it's not your fault. Tell them you care, but you just had to pay your bills. You'd like to give them back their hands and their childhood and no one is all evil right? But, what the fuck do I know. I am just a scared shitty man like you tucked away in his room only wanting a way out.


The moral of the story is...stop buying shit and live in the woods.