(don't bother)
you'd think after all of this that i'd at least have something to say...

i remember a time when i was scathing and seething because things were wrong and could be better.
i remember a time when my priorities were one of two things: frivolous or world-saving.
i remember a time when it felt important to range, rage against the dying of the light.

sometimes, these things are futile. ideologues just stay that way and most people balk at the notion that they can be held responsible for the entirety of their actions. it's a system out there, a big hairy institution, so what can little old me do? -- a question that dismisses individual solutions like reducing consumption or voting with your principles and wallet intact. only, i think that's the kind of solution i believe in now because we're so walled in behind our individual rights that we've lost sight of individual responsibilities and can't even say anymore that moral values of selfishness and exploitation are wrong. we're so into this 'everyone has the right to their own beliefs' BS that we can't even bring ourselves to condemn the things we really, really ought to condemn. welcome to the era of the liberal individual destroying the world, one fat-imbued, slave-laboured, customer-serviced, petroleum by-product produced bite at a time because it's their god damned right!

i don't know how most people sleep at night. i don't know why it seems so hard to admit that the universe doesn't orbit around us, insisting instead on a pre-copernican order where all things centre on the self and thus all others, further from the self, are lower forms and thus less worthy of compassion.

ethics of the double-Os: it's all grey matters now.

without you, no me. without us, no we. without rights, no responsibility.

but we have rights. we gorge ourselves at the rights buffet, without keeping up our end of the bargain. dine 'n dash, our moral compass for the future.

(you were warned)