I knew as I cut diagonally across the lawn with spray paint on my shirt, daggers at my throat, and my pinky laying tangentially along the circumference of my coffee cup, that my face was ok.
The illusion of choice is a tactic employed by homogenizers on homogenizees to keep them "choosing" the same product over and over and over. The reality is, I can't elect to find my own reality because the prescribed one we're given is defended by the illusion of choice.
and there was god's faceless armpit, the internet, staring straight into freedom and music and memes and nothing, naught, and never was totally awesome
this blog will argue that we currently live in a post-environmentalist world in which we accept that we no longer have the agency to stop escalating environmental destruction