Work. Labor. Wages. Rent. Insurance. Bills. We live our lives around the idea that we must fulfill our societal duty to the capitalist model. Supposedly by the invisible hand that guides our ambition, our drive, to continue to work for our happiness that comes to us in the form of checks and dollar signs. You might be thinking, damn this girl is one of those Marxist’s. In some ways I might be. But I, just like you and every other individual in this world crave materialist things. Hell I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want the latest edition of the prada nylon bag that every influencer on my Instagram feed is wearing. And I’m buying into this social media culture by spending my minimum wage money on “trendy” pieces that will be out by next season just for me to re sell it on depop to get a lower value than what I first bought it for. This vicious cycle of working hard, buying tangible goods mistaking it for genuine happiness feels intoxicating, addicting. But it also feels like the only thing I know. The only life I know. How can I get out of this warped reality?