Metaneos

I'm greatly dissatisfied. I cannot envision a future that is better. What has transpired since the 1980's in terms of the economy has soured me upon what is to come. What is to come? A shitstorm. A nomadic lifestyle of subsistence for a great many. Possibly many here in the Western world included. I recently read Steinbeck's Of Mice and Men , a novella of cynicism and alienation. You want the future? Read that novel. That's the future for those without roots, who need to live payday to payday. How about solutions? Not a whole lot. For one thing, Western governments need tearing down, and being rebuilt. That's a good solution. Political parties need insurgents who'll toss out onto their ear all the neo-liberals and neo-conservatives that've lead the world to this precipice of climate change disaster. Businesses need to dismantled. The economy needs rebuilding. We need a new economy. I observe the Canadian state, and it's failing. It's selling

It's late. It's early. I'm writing this at one in the morning. I should probably be getting some sleep, but my mind's racing. I'm in my final year of undergraduate studies, and I honestly need to maintain energy for the papers that are to come. I have presentations. I have academic obligations. I grew up in poverty, see. Not the desperate sort though. Just the sort if I failed at any step in my life, I'd be thrown from the path I'd settled upon. I would lose all opportunity to escape working class jobs, and have to find work wherever it came. Naturally, I failed, and had to find work from wherever it came for over a decade. It feels like a lost decade. Some way or another, I found myself back in university. And where I once failed, this time, I succeeded. Tried a few things, and had some minor successes and failures. But I have a middle class future again. Hooray! But there's an oncoming storm called Climate Change that's set to mess up m