

every now and again, I fantasize about living in the far north of Canada with fiber internet and a warm cabin miles away from the nearest living soul.
Then I remember reality, where I am poor, gay, disabled, American, and probably going to die here either to an Iranian-linked terror attack or my own increasingly christofascist government.
I don’t necessarily hate everybody, but I don’t go out of my way to interact with others that much already and over the past couple years I’ve felt far less inclined to, both online and in real life. Nowadays I mostly just interact with pets, family, and the people I have to interact with to earn money. Lemmy’s a nice, impersonal social outlet. People in person aren’t necessarily more trustworthy, the veneer of civility is just thicker.





it continues to amaze me that we can cure diseases, go to the moon, reflect on all of human history, and still the “best” we can collectively achieve in societal progress is elevating a select few while crushing the majority underfoot. The means of repression differs from feudalism to capitalism to communism, but the underlying failure remains constant: someone benefits, most do not.