We live in a buyer's and seller's market. It all starts with your time, and it ends when your head hits the pillow, wait, no, it never ends. Even while you sleep (if you sleep), the wheels are turning, your money is burning, someone else is planning your next day, week, month, year, maybe even your whole life.
Is there even “love” anymore? How much does it cost? Even human emotion and devotion has been fuckin monetized. Unbelievable!
No wonder mom and dad never said much as we stepped, bouncing out into the world. They knew they were sending us into a death trap.