it took till i am 23 to realise that i have conceptualised working incorrectly, the world has screwed around with the ideas around work so much that i have this corrupted view of what it means to do work.
this corrupted work is short term, if i don’t see instant gains then my work is a failure.
this corrupted work is focused on the other, it is so desperate in seeking comparison to others and framing the situation around the difference between a devalued interpretation of my own work against the idealised image of others work.
this corrupted work view corrupts my soul, i need to be appreciative of a diversity in ways of working and i need to assert that appreciation over those who have sought to corrupt work for their own ends in ignoring their insecurity whether it be focused on success or failure.
the beginning of the middle
i’m not going to pronounce “hegemony” like everyone else
the internet makes me scared
it’s either going to be the ultimate centralisation of power or decentralisation of it.
one dystopian, one eutopian
time will not tell.
the hyperreality of beauty
whiten those teeth for they are an object of beauty
exfoliate that skin for it is an object of beauty
consume this food for it is an object of beauty
wear these clothes for they are beauty
health was the meaning, beauty the simulation.
now post-modernity governs and beauty is both the meaning and the simulation and the meaning and the simulation and the meaning and the simulation.
what we loved was not enough
i’m sitting here in a sociology lecture on romanticism so why not
every time I use the toaster, Matt unplugs it and segregates it from the kettle. I UNDERSTAND YOU HAVE ALLOWED OTHERS TO CONSTRUCT YOURSELF AS ABNORMAL BUT REALITY IS PRETTY OBJECTIVE, THE TOASTER AND THE KETTLE AREN’T GOING TO FUCK IF LEFT ALONE. TOTALLY DIFFERENT APPLIANCES, IT JUST WONT WORK.
i need a bidet
i can’t get ready for the outside world without one.
how can it truly be daytime if it hasn’t passed bidet time