anticrapitalist-rage

[anticrapitalist-rage]

Struck speechless at exactly 3.30am by space art.

[anticrapitalist-rage]

This morning I stood barefoot in the first frost, watching my breath curl through the air, deliberately delighting in being alive.

I've been really struggling for a long time. Things are looking pretty bleak, on a personal and global scale. It's increasingly difficult to resist the yawning void of grief and despair. That's the point, though, isn't it.

I'm working hard to pull it together. I refuse to wither and fade into complacency, yet another slow sacrifice at the altar of capitalism. The Horrors will not consume me, I will not succumb to apathy.

If I am ground into dust by this relentless machine, may the last grains of me jam its gears.

[anticrapitalist-rage]

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