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You are correct. Like, I actually don’t think I have any notes, at all, for once, hah. No, yeah… once upon a time I was naive bright eyed idiot that thought the system was fucked, but at least theoretically could be fixed. Worked for a few corps. Some genuinely good people, management never has any humanity. One day… I walked past a crumpled lump, in the alley, just before the block with my building. It was a person. I’d… never actually seen that before, a homeless person, just sheltering under a blanket. I could not shake this… it bothered me immensely… what was the point of this whole city, if that can happen? What the fuck am I even doing this for? Who am I trying to impress? … Go out for lunch, walk past the same spot. The lump is gone. Men with essentially flamethrowers are burning the… spot, on the ground, where he was. I had a complete break down, panic attack, whatever. The existential dread became fully realized in the same moment I realized… I am part of this machine that eats people. I pull its levers. I am having a pathetic break down, whereas that man died. That was it. That was what radicalized me. Quit, worked for a non profit helping the homeless, after that.