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That pun made me chuckle.
He's reissuing one of his best albums on vinyl and is only 64 preorders away from fulfilling the goal - https://www.diggersfactory.com/project/203/christ-curio-volu...
1) Christ. - Pylonesque - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XXipXsYg1_U
2) Christ. - Glenbrook - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3yIicModMLw
3) Christ. - Perlandine Friday - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LcaNsuqOzwY
His music got me through some times. Especially 2 and 3.
I'd probably get fired for bursting out laughing.
Yeah, all of that is all well and good, for you. What you wrote has no effect on me as I've already made the same realizations way way back. They weren't even conscious realizations worthy of merit. I've just always lived this way.
I don't care about anything in my life except my hobbies. Day job -> piano. I hang out with a couple of people a couple times a year.
Currently saving for a remote cottage way out north so I can isolate myself and work on my music. That's all I want to do.
And that's what I mean about the invisible boot. Just to have a modest dream like that here where I live, I need 250k minimum for the land+cottage and all things included in that.
Even the tiniest dreams are straight impossible. Owning any semblance of a property that is close to the downtown core if you're not a multi millionaire? Hahahahahaha good luck. 0% of my friends will be buying property in their life times, which means they will move further and further away.
The invisible boot is the stagnation of wages and the exploding cost of every day things, combined to shatter any and all dreams.
There's nothing to actually live for, and I don't mean folks like me who are in the unique position of being in a highly paid job without any "life strings". But my friends? It's over, working their entire lives just to maybe afford necessities for that month.
I feel the same way, like you're being stomped in the face every day by an invisible boot except nobody knows who's wearing it, but we all feel it.
We are collectively losing our identities and blending into one due to how hyper connected we are and how available cheap forms of entertainment are.
It's all quite eerie. I still haven't really found a way to articulate it but I'd love to chat with someone more in depth about it.
Facebook groups just aren't the same. There's something comforting knowing it was "just some fucking guy" hosting the website for fun.
By looking at their merits? Giving a sandwich to a guy sleeping on the street does infinitely more for them than us reaching Mars.
Are video games worthy? Anything consumer for the sake of consumption is arrogance in its purest most refined form.
You must have grown up with a Mommy and Daddy that got along well and always provided for you, so you think space exploration is something noble, when in reality its a rich elitists nationalistic jerkoff game, where you engineers are the pawns fueled by childish and selfish ideals. Yes, you might discover something that helps elsewhere, but coincidence is hardly synonymous with intention.
Repeat to yourself how silly it is to look for aliens. "I am looking for aliens." Repeat that 1000 times to yourself until you realize how stupid of a goal that actually is.
Great, but they could have added more if they abandoned space altogether and used all those billions on aid.
There is quite literally no point in wasting money on manned interplanetary missions. It's futile because we can't move at light speed, so even if we did find something it'd prompt an "oh, ok, cool" and everyone would move on. And we'd still have slavery and poverty and starvation.