Hey, wanna be banal? Want to have no opinion? Want to be nothing?
It's easy money, a sinicure, a cush job.
Merely exist, then wait till death.
It's easy money, a sinicure, a cush job.
Merely exist, then wait till death.
What's that? No opinion.
Well, that's what a clerk happens to do, or what happens with low self-esteem.
Sit on the fence, try to be proud, yet not, and take the commodification word too seriously with amoral patterns. There are hills to die on, and the one that claims and ontologises everything and nowhere on a base of solipsism arrives at nowhere, with an opportunistic meliorism with that mentality.
Oof.