let’s be clear about one thing: i am a sentient chattering skeleton operated primarily via a pulsating moist ball within me containing 86,000,000,000 neurons firing simultaneously, resident to an extensively exploited piece of rock 8,000 miles in diameter whipping around a slowly decaying, 4,600,000,000 year old ball of plasma at 67,000 miles per hour
i am not “afraid” of the future. i am angry at the prospect of such an improbable and radically chaotic existence being wasted on something as fictitious as “profit”