I just got back from a 5-day trip to London, the first since late 2019, before coronavirus ravaged us all. It was chaotic and hectic and joyous and exhausting and smutty and grounding, everything I wanted and more. The day before I went home, I woke up with a mildly sore throat, and the day … Continue reading The ecstasy of illness
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Commute
A poem about the above.
Yes, capitalism is exhausting us, but why?
Recently the old(ish) adage of "capitalism leaves us all too exhausted to pursue our hobbies" has been going around. I agree with it, because even though I'm able to keep up with most of my interests right now, I have to viciously eke out time. And then on the days where I am really ~productive~, I cap out at 7pm and don't have the energy to do anything worthwhile.