the good old days when times were hard...

life has become grim.

no matter how much vibrancy and supa dupa colour teevee and 31 different flavours we have the upshot is that it is all just a matter of time before the whole industrial apparatus gives way.

we think we have freedom of choice because our desires and causes are unconscious and not available for immediate inspection.

at present there is an almost unlimited supply of consumer goods to be had if one can pony up the ante.

but however much one has it is always never enough.

rivers are poisoned, the atmosphere is riddled with particulates and the oceans stuffed with microparticles and plastic waste and no one is happy.

to revolt is to be excluded from the supply chain and condemned as traitorous to the system.