dreamt i was having a philosophy convo with my extended family but my subconscious got annoyed they were wrong about everything so eventually it turned into everyone espousing varieties of positions i hold
me: “obviously marx talks about alienation of man from man in the 1844 manuscripts (that’s like the main place to check!), it’s one of the 4 canonical types he explicitly explores and it’s only a few pages long, you don’t even need to infer it from passages in capital where-”
also me: wtf is a copay
there really is no excuse for being as incompetent as i am at my job, besides that im clearly just a humanities girlie first and a 4fun programmer second
my goal in life is to be begrudgingly accepted at all the incelcore live shows as the fakest fakecel because i’m the only guy in the scene who can play the drums
we'll cut our bodies free from the tethers of this scene
start a brand new colony
where everything will change
we'll give ourselves new names, identities erased
the sun will heat the grounds
under our bare feet in this brand new colony