Is it our duty to die for governments and for gods? Is it our priviledge to slave for market and industry? Is it our right to follow laws set to scare and to oppress? Is it our gift to stay in line and will it take away the blame?
You are alone and living in the desert finding time to accept I’m sorry I’m a fucking monster
"Parties depress me (I feel demeaned) while I don’t usually feel depressed, corrupted, or demeaned if I go to a bad movie or play. As long as I am a spectator, a voyeur (however much response I may have inside) I haven’t essentially violated or demeaned myself. I draw the line between participation and voyeurism. The only parties I go to where I feel clear (and usually not depressed) are those in which I behave like a spectator—the party becomes a movie—and I discuss it with the person I came with or the one person I already know who is there; and regard meeting new people as an intrusion on my essential activity. Or else I use the party as décor, backdrop to be in a different way privately with the person I came with."