lamenting the coercive nature of a capitalist society where i will go on welfare and get food from a foodbank if i don’t work, by pining for a return to an age where my entire tribe would die if i couldn’t kill a mammoth with a wooden stick.
But if you DO survive, it will be because of so many accidents that you will go insane from attributing intentionality to them and concoct elaborate stories about capricious supernatural entities
