repulse // ripples

I’m not sure I believe in the claim that people need merely to exist. In fact, everything just reeks of privilege now, as if the ubiquitous pressure did not exist; a weighted air, crushing lungs and life. It costs money to seek peace, and those who do not come from wealth–I now abhor the idea that such is a “blessing”, as if some holiness drapes–an insult to injury–on those comfortable enough to cultivate such chutzpah, creating a saintly momentum that propels them up their pedestals.

Fuck you, unproductive.

epitaph // epiphany

Face it: you were never going to help.