There are certian nights when I want to write for this website but don't know what to write about. It seemed like tonight would be one of those nights, but something happened that made me power on the HTML editor. Before I talk to you about today's little topic, I need to tell you a very short story.
I'm sitting on my bed, waiting to get drowsy enough to pass out. It's 4:37am. Soft music plays from my phone, slightly drowned out by an oscillating fan that is obviously breaking. It creaks and clicks like it's about to fall apart (I've used it for ten years now, I can see why it's finally sputtering out). The back of my head rhythmically hits the wall- a crude metronome out of sync with every sound I can hear. I start up my laptop and a browser I hate immediately pops up. I'm face to face with news articles (Megacorporations doing things, politicians once again proving to the world why politicians shouldn't exist, an article about record heat temperatures directly above an advertisement for cars, how ironic), advertisements waving new vehicles and products in my face, and stock market prices.
I'm tired of the fucking advertisements.
Oh, joyous world! Oh, the luxury of being able to buy a product I don't need while glaciers melt and trees burn! We truly are privileged to see it all through a fucking screen as the world ends, slowly but surely tumbling into the sea!
This is how we're watching this doomed experiment finally end- admist corrupt politicians putting on shows for their undereducated followers, sleazy executives and CEOs fattening themselves on our downward spiral, and marketers + journalists + firms + news anchors smiling at you, telling you everything's normal and that you need to buy the newest products.