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That feeling when you've outgrown your home town.

 When the streets and shops are the same. The layout and shape of these places anchored in your mind. You still see the snow settle on the asphalt, then melt, then fall, then melt, then never fall again. 

You can breathe anytime the rotting of a martyred hedgehog on the side of the road, cooking in the summer sun.

Your elementary, middle and high school all stand, like an empire that thinks is eternal, your mom has seen their moulding corridors too.

You will look at the silhouettes of passers by, not seeing them as neighbors but as ghosts roaming the bakery, the church, the store, the train station.

You have a map of every path and little spots branded with hot iron in your heart

Yet you don't know this place anymore, you don't live in it like you used to.

You just feel trapped by the billions of millions of thousands memories crowding every centimeters of the town that watched you silently die then open your eyes and retry.

Now you're terrified that this town may see you die again.

When did you stop feeling at home ?

Did you even felt at home ?

Having thoughts about Kaz Brekker being a farmer’s son. They call him Dirtyhands, but his hands were supposed to be dirtied from tending the earth, not from the blood of the people he’s killed. Or something.

And what if I'm a violent dog ??? What if I KNOW exactly why I bite ??

Love as a death sentence. Love as an inescapable doom, looming over your every breath, its gravity too strong to resist the fall. Love as a cruel dramatic irony, how long before you fail to look away ? It won't matter, it never matters. You're already dead.

My least favorite things about anti- UBI discourse is always the techbros whining that "nobody is going to work anymore! People will just watch Netflix all day!" and I have 2 responses:

1) Who the fuck cares. Who the fuck cares what people do with their time! That's kind of the fucking point!

2) People aren't going to stop laboring. Housework (look, it's right there in the word!) will still need to be done. So will maintenance on our homes and personal spaces. Children will still need carers, as will the elderly and disabled. There are millions of examples of ~work~ that we do all the time, uncompensated, that won't suddenly stop because we aren't forced to sell our labor to provide corporation's profits.

I'm not surprised that what is traditionally women's work is invisible to these dipshits, but it never fails to anger me.

Anyway. Join the IWW.