My new boss invited me to go to lunch. Lunch turned out to be an awards luncheon for the downtown partnership where our group had a table. Comrades I have never seen so many faces of capital in my life. 1,000 suits and pantsuits that see the entire landscape around them as a vast frontier that they can exploit. 1,000 suits and pantsuits chowing down on salmon and applauding each other for finding the most creative and profitable ways for real estate capital to devour every untouched pocket of urban land in my city and be securitized and revitalized and gentrified to oblivion.
I don't know how we are going to resist this absolute monolith going forward but my feeling after today is pretty bleak.
There is something horrifying about being so close to these high priests of the mindless god of capital, knowing what we know. Each and every one of them unified in their purpose of accumulation but simultaneously waiting for a chance to sacrifice each other on the same altar at which they all worship.
The complete lack of humanity and empathy required to enjoy events like that is deeply unsettling.
critical support to caterers with some chemistry knowledge and nothing to lose
How are you feeling? Kind of under the weather, like you've got the flu? That would be the ricin I gave you.
cough cough no I said it's got rice in it
Oh did you not order the horchata? Here I'll take that, just wait here, I'll definitely be back