Tuesday, July 22, 2014

I want so badly, not to be tired. The fatigue of my american dream sets in and with it, guilt. Guilt for resenting what others long for. They long to be tired, so badly.  

The eight-hour workday developed during the industrial revolution in Britain in the 19th century, as a respite for factory workers who were being exploited with 14- or 16-hour workdays.

As technologies and methods advanced, workers in all industries became able to produce much more value in a shorter amount of time. You’d think this would lead to shorter workdays.

But the 8-hour workday is too profitable for big business, not because of the amount of work people get done in eight hours (the average office worker gets less than three hours of actual work done in 8 hours) but because it makes for such a purchase-happy public. Keeping free time scarce means people pay a lot more for convenience, gratification, and any other relief they can buy. It keeps them watching television, and its commercials. It keeps them unambitious outside of work.


Sweden…they get it.

Saturday, July 19, 2014

Que caigan todos en un abismo

Si es que no aceptan nuestro idilio


The Weeknd - Live For (ft. Drake)


Friday, July 18, 2014

There is no them. It’s just us.

Thursday, July 17, 2014

Tumblr as it was intended, that’d be a sight to see. Uh..what was it intended for?

Thompson is quite inspirational, and yet, these words arouse every fear in my mind: “But a man who procrastinates in his CHOOSING will inevitably have his choice made for him by circumstance.”

I am surrounded by circumstance. The unwavering resolve of those within its grasp to, for one reason or another, remain tethered to an unfulfilled existence is suffocating. I don’t judge them. I merely fear for my own choosing and meander about in my own procrastination. However, I’m no coward. This means will not be my end.

But back to the answer. As I said, to put our faith in tangible goals would seem to be, at best, unwise. So we do not strive to be firemen, we do not strive to be bankers, nor policemen, nor doctors. WE STRIVE TO BE OURSELVES.

But don’t misunderstand me. I don’t mean that we can’t BE firemen, bankers, or doctors — but that we must make the goal conform to the individual, rather than make the individual conform to the goal. In every man, heredity and environment have combined to produce a creature of certain abilities and desires — including a deeply ingrained need to function in such a way that his life will be MEANINGFUL. A man has to BE something; he has to matter.

As I see it then, the formula runs something like this: a man must choose a path which will let his ABILITIES function at maximum efficiency toward the gratification of his DESIRES. In doing this, he is fulfilling a need (giving himself identity by functioning in a set pattern toward a set goal), he avoids frustrating his potential (choosing a path which puts no limit on his self-development), and he avoids the terror of seeing his goal wilt or lose its charm as he draws closer to it (rather than bending himself to meet the demands of that which he seeks, he has bent his goal to conform to his own abilities and desires).

In short, he has not dedicated his life to reaching a pre-defined goal, but he has rather chosen a way of life he KNOWS he will enjoy. The goal is absolutely secondary: it is the functioning toward the goal which is important. And it seems almost ridiculous to say that a man MUST function in a pattern of his own choosing; for to let another man define your own goals is to give up one of the most meaningful aspects of life — the definitive act of will which makes a man an individual.

Hunter S. Thompson
Wednesday, July 16, 2014

"You see, in this world there’s two kinds of people, my friend: Those with loaded guns and those who dig. You dig." - Blondie, The Good The Bad & The Ugly