South Korea is a grim future. “We need to destroy the environment so I can live 4 minutes closer to work”. The dismal irony: even the most disenchanted New Yorker still finds solace among the few patches of flora left in Central Park. The most advanced stage of the gender war is on display with no resolution in sight. It is not the flood of migrants or the cult of “cultural enrichment” that bears the blame; no, it is the everlasting blight of the modern economic imperative – the “Two-Parent Working Household and its Consequences”. Pressure from all angles; academia, rent – and in their wake, the impossibly strained juxtaposition of real necessities (child rearing) and the farcical “necessities” of postmodern existence. The individual is no longer an identity forged in the quiet recesses of thought but has been remade into a commodity, a wage slave, whose worth is measured only by sheer productivity and a sad list of off-time “hobbies”. Without these, you are without personhood. A single somber day is modern suicide bait. A moment of sloth leads to a life of alienation. Is it really worth 40 years of wage slavery for medical advancement – as though the treatment of the body could ever recompense the death of the soul? The excuses given for our relentless need for productivity aren’t ones any individual would agree to. It is because the few technocrats making these sullen arguments are blind to the absolute destructive path technological advancement has driven through every aspect of our lives. “Techbros” telling us to Hustle and Grind™. We remain tethered to a soul-crushing cycle of work, consumption, and dissatisfaction – a purely materialistic existence. It is a game of mirrors, reflecting nothing but empty images of success – of life itself. And how long must we continue to forfeit the very essence of our being for the chimera of technological society? Every atom fights the new light of the hylics and is met with new SNRIs for sedentary control. The human condition has been completely eroded. Even sex needs to be scheduled. Every ounce of the universe has lost all enchantment. The individual has been completely atomized. Please stop looking at porn.

My childhood was sold away to cushy billionaires. ~Apr 14, 2021

The Jew has perfected his art. The laughs and cheers of yesteryear are only echoes today – tomorrow they are the cries of your children as they are sold into an unimaginable expansion of wage-slavery. The real cry, the root of my suffering – the end of life is how this has stopped love. How is a man to love a woman when she works 40 hours a week? AND VICE VERSA! ~Nov 14, 2022

I want to feel something – something more than the white noise of mundanity. I want to feel happy in a childish way. I want someone to feel neurotic about, someone to write music about and sing about; someone to raise my chin and dream with. My future shouldn’t be a sales pitch.