This. The two weeks I spent with three of my friends doing a cross country road-trip back in 2018 felt like an neverending saga (by the end of the first week we were already at eachother's necks 24/7 lmao 10/10 would do again) whereas the uh..two years I've spent at my current job have flown by relatively quickly in comparison due to me spending every day at home working for eight hours wanting to die.
oh honey, you already sort of have died. capitalism is hell. this isn't just a hyperbolic metaphor.
you have given up your life, even if your heart's still beating. don't feel too bad; there's no way to not anymore, the only question is whether the blood keeps flowing.
This. The two weeks I spent with three of my friends doing a cross country road-trip back in 2018 felt like an neverending saga (by the end of the first week we were already at eachother's necks 24/7 lmao 10/10 would do again) whereas the uh..two years I've spent at my current job have flown by relatively quickly in comparison due to me spending every day at home working for eight hours wanting to die.
oh honey, you already sort of have died. capitalism is hell. this isn't just a hyperbolic metaphor.
you have given up your life, even if your heart's still beating. don't feel too bad; there's no way to not anymore, the only question is whether the blood keeps flowing.
yeah but this death only makes me long for the real unending death
you think this ends? it doesn't end. it just stops including you. stops letting you update others, stops updating you. stops processing that is 'you'.
it doesn't end, and you're not really more dead after, if you're mired as deep in capitalism as most people I know.