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.
If our society hadn’t trained the ability to cry out of me, I would cry due to the lack of time I feel I have.
I’ve also found myself looking forward to a complete economic collapse. Even though it’ll end up being more work, in my fantasy it at least seems more fulfilling and less alienating.
I can relate.
It’ll be more work, but istg anything is better than writing dumbfucks emails that make absolutely no difference to anyone and serve Nothing meaningful