These past few days, starting on Monday, my part of the world has literally been on fire. This is due to rioters and looters, dissatisfied with being on the poorer (and perhaps unemployed/unemployable) end of the inequality gap of consumer Capitalism, setting fires after plundering and trashing malls, shopping centres and CBDs throughout my home province (if not the country). Commerce and business as usual has been bought to a halt. Police and neighborhood watches have set up roadblocks every few kilometers and at the main entrances to towns and cities. Skirmishes and armed conflict has/have ensued. National roads and highways have been closed. The army has been mobilised to get a handle on the situation (as if state violence alone, or the threat thereof, will resolve anything). Food shortages and price hikes are expected because farmers cannot distribute their goods (no transport) nor store them (warehouses have also been burned). The nation is under siege from within. This outpouring of frustration and violent uprising has been a long time coming and it's unlikely to go away without serious mediation and resolution from a government that has mostly been disinterested in the wellbeing and needs of the masses.
This week, we will learn an important lesson about capitalism and its dissidents.
As for me, well, I'm stuck at home with nowhere to go and nothing to do but set up my new laptop, install software and try to find a viable, sustainable way to earn/mine/milk enough crypto to justify the purchase despite my best interests of not spending any money unless absolutely necessary. (I need a functional laptop in order to work, to earn a living, not that that's happening lately.) However, all I seem to be doing is indecisively milling around in circles and flapping my arms ineffectually while Rome burns. It's the story of my depressing/depressive life and I'm fucking sick of it. I just want to go to bed, pull the covers and sheet over my head and cry myself to sleep. However, that's not an option available to me. I have no choice but to persevere. So that's happening, to the best of my limited ability/capability. I'm also unable to stop thinking about how I'd like to get out to a first-world country that isn't beset by these issues (as much as I see the validity of the rioters' and looters' cause) and spend time with a woman on whom I am considerably keen.
On the plus side, I managed to find myself a small, but serviceable, room to rent from the beginning of August. It's going for an absolute steal and the landlady is a family friend. Hopefully, it will give me some space to myself, to be myself. I'm not yet sure how I'm going to afford it long term, but that still needs to be worked out. I best get job hunting and get my car sold (once I've moved my stuff, of course) with all seriousness and speed because going full crypto is not (yet) a sustainable nor practical option for me.
The world was on fire and no one could save me but you.
It's strange what desire will make foolish people do.
— Chris Isaak; "Wicked Game"
