I don’t think I can.
All I see on the horizon is, at best, eco-fascism and at worst the slow crumbling of humanity before nuclear annihilation.
Why continue to have eyes if all I can see is destruction? Why continue to have ears if all I can hear is hatred? Why continue to have a mouth if the only words I can speak is righteous anger and cries of despair?
The glimmers of happiness get fewer and further between as life goes on. I just yearn for the long sleep; it feels like it’d be peaceful, unburdened, my metaphorical shoulders fucking hurt and I’m tired.
















Exactly, if an economy is an engine then money is the oil; if it pools (by a few people hoarding it) then there’s less flowing through to lubricate the engine turnover and it ceases up.