Does this sound all too familiar? I, the wannabe intellectual with dynamism for fastrack creativity and annoying repetition of past tropes with a lack of depth for the medium's inner workings despite my penchant for instantaneous and accurate research while observing every fad of culture ironically, feel unable to contain my constant ennuie and recourse towards self-referentiality. I gloat at our general lack of ambition for innovation on the throws of my aeron chair while procrastinating through a conflated workplay economy. I am that individual that has adapted to substituting desire and displacing dismay by personifying objects for my own relief. What more could you ask for? I turn to my devices and understanding of our Bored and severely informed situation drfts from critical to apolitical, immanent to abstract, intersubjective to interpassive. Human interest (LIKE!) come and go; objects are forever.
What is the end goal?
Old enough to know
x is as undesirable as y and everything is money.
How have we moved so far away from our families and denied persons loved and to be loved to work hand to mouth as some pedagogical mouthpiece, to spend a third of my time sifting through emails and coddling my computer instead of sleeping and taking care? How do we move out of our spheres of comfort and create familiar terrain with no frame of reference to the host or the departed destination?
1) find a companion: animal or human 2) start biz/own property 3) get fat paycheck and grow companions 4) be good and be good 5) be irrelevant and entertaining
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