Agh so much work to do today! Article upon article to write. Truly dull drudgery. I have too much to do. Lots of reading to do. Lots of music to make. Lots of things to write about that are much more important than this. Lots of just...living to do. I feel held back, suffocated, and fragmented as a consequence.
It isn't necessarily mechanical labor that I despise. We should all be doing our share of mechanical labor, whether physical, social, or intellectual. It is good for us besides.
No, I take issue with disembodied mechanical labor. Labor that goes towards ends that I can't bring myself to care about. Take the difference between painting one's room and working for some company. The motions of painting can be hypnotizing and zen-like. The labor itself produces a beautiful result: a room painted the color you would like to feel!
Ah but working for a company. Toiling in all these tissues of lower economic activity, embedded in the overwrought fats of empire! An empire that has gone insane no less. Insane as a result of the violent clash between illusory convictions of absolute power and the very real reality of declining power. These convictions are transmitted to the mass populace. Many believe them. A world of illusion within a world. Remarkable.
And here we go, sending flying robots over foreign lands and bombing the shit out of them. What decent person would care about supporting such a thing! Ah but we can't help it because we are a body. We are forced to exist as contradictory individuals for now. Perhaps as the cell splits, it is forced temporarily to be two things at once. Living contradiction. Schizophrenia. Of course, this could all be nonsense too.
Nevertheless, the ideas beckon. Money ties us to empire like blood ties cells to a greater body. It is the way of things for now. On to the work. Move with the flow, bow to the blows. Avoid being a jerk. And so on with various other rhymes.
