ohhhhhhh shit: marxism and semantics
shit. damn damn damn. today i realized something which has been brewing around my neurons for almost a year:
i am a marxist. thanks a fucking lot, john bellamy foster and "ecology against capitalism." i tried really hard not to be convinced by your book, but fuck. it was good.
first of all, i will never be telling my parents this. second of all, i will continue to operate normally inside of the capitalist system until a reasonable alternative presents itself. and third: does it really matter?
all right! on to less important things. i also realized today that i hate these three words:
nature
environment/environmentalism
indigenous
unrelated: how is it possible to have grown up so much in only eight months? i feel adult, adult, adult to the core, and less suppressed by fear and insecurity than at any time in my life. mini-epiphanies keep smacking me in the forehead.
i am on fire
i am a marxist. thanks a fucking lot, john bellamy foster and "ecology against capitalism." i tried really hard not to be convinced by your book, but fuck. it was good.
first of all, i will never be telling my parents this. second of all, i will continue to operate normally inside of the capitalist system until a reasonable alternative presents itself. and third: does it really matter?
all right! on to less important things. i also realized today that i hate these three words:
nature
environment/environmentalism
indigenous
unrelated: how is it possible to have grown up so much in only eight months? i feel adult, adult, adult to the core, and less suppressed by fear and insecurity than at any time in my life. mini-epiphanies keep smacking me in the forehead.
i am on fire