bastards
i accidentally picked up a right-wing newspaper and started reading it. a business majoure praised internal combustion and industrialization. 'alaska needs to be drilled and gutted,' and so on. like 'we're moving into a greater epoch of human history.' the zenith, right?
and the only thing stopping us is ourselves. i guess. as if we've already mastered nature and are completely, uniquely separate from it.
I scratch my face and realize i need to shave. my nose has been running and i think i have a cold. maybe all i want to do is sleep with certain people over and over again. now i'm thinking of all the money i can make and what i can spend it on. that's happiness, no?
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ayn rand's version of the world doesn't seem eternally sustainable, but perhaps no version of the world is. still if we're all doomed i feel we should linger and share comfort instead of hoarding it.
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