Category: Capital-Is-Me

A critic of Capitalism

  • The Final Boss- Parking

    Winter steals the light early. I clocked out at 6:00 PM; it’s now 6:45. I live 15 miles away. The Grind—this is ninety minutes of my life, daily, sold for the privilege of earning the money to pay for the car that makes this grind necessary. Traffic was a stagnant river of red lights. Finally, I’m turning…

  • Isn’t it Funny Pt. 1

    Capitalism’s In-Flight Menu: Nothing’s Free Anymore When commercial air travel took off in the mid-20th century, it was an experience wrapped in luxury. Tickets included spacious seats, full meals with drinks, complimentary pillows and blankets, and free checked baggage. Flying wasn’t just transportation — it was an event. Fast-forward to today, and nearly every one…