As my two week Christmas holiday comes to - a close I find myself thinking (as I always do after a longer break) back to the real world. Back to wage slavery and a chronic lack of time, not only for leisure but simple labour reproduction and household labour. A part of me is still so conditoned that I can’t help but think of breaks from work as fantastical and dream like; a cruel taste of how wonderful life can be when one isn’t beholden to a capitalist master. When one has time and space to breathe and be and enjoy the cosmic miracle that life even exists.
Under capitalism rest is only an illusion; a temporary reprieve. It takes forever to arrive and vanishes in the blink of an eye. It only teases you long enough to get invested but never enough to satisfy you.
The vast majority of “vacations” under capitalism is just running from work for a bit. It’s not a true vacation, because you really aren’t taking it solely for enjoyment. You are taking it to escape, even if temporarily.