Wass gan dahn fuckas?
I need things to read between jobs, entertain me you gaggle of dancing monkeys.
I told some of you this IRL last week, but lately I've been finding consumerism really claustrophobic and freaky. Not so much in myself (I don't tend to buy THAT MUCH shit), but just the combined weight of thousands and thousands of shops everywhere is starting to really weird me out. We drove through Croydon last week and it genuinely unsettled me. All those car shops and megastores and little indie shops and closed shops and new shops. It's like, if you try to contemplate a billion people you tend to spin out, now I'm trying to contemplate the entirity of commerce and it's causing perspective panic. I'm concerned I've finally broken a key part of my brain in that I can either see the weirdly sick culture around me, or that I perceive it as sick and/or bad for people.
Anyone else ever get this? Do I need to move to the woods?