I feel like I'm stuck in a bad artsy indie film. You know the ones where the protagonist lays around in piles of his/her own mess and prostrates his/herself to the unforgiving gods of capitalism, consumerism and idiocy. The ones where at the end the protagonist lights him/herself on fire as an effigy to the flailing modern world in all its
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