A year has passed and still no closer to freddom.
I’m starting believe freedom will never be possible.
Just another commodity to consume and be consumed.
I’m tired of oretending things are going to be okay when I know they’re not. Everything in this system saps you.
Even when I avoid the propaganda and inebriation, there is the persistent isolation of social death that I cannot escape.
I can accept my insignificance, loneliness and death, but what about those who are still trying to hope?