Part 2: A Dead horse in the Ocean
I was a part of it. Born into it, and therefore, seemingly stuck with my lot. I bought in at first, and came quickly to my senses. Despite my best intention to emancipate myself and my mind from society, religion and nationalism, I met every scumbag who claimed to own me – The landlord, the water and power company, The preacher, the phone bill, the insurance agent, the bank, the lobbyists, the Army recruiter, the policeman. I cannot escape the reality of their existence: I have to fight for my right to live with them, even if it is only the fight which sustains me. Some call that a good life, yet somehow, everybody I know lives below the poverty line. Morality, stupidity, and poverty are all tricky like that; most who have it wish they didn’t, and those without it actively avoid it. #Imwithstupidandstupidiswithme
So…I’ve got that going for me.