Reappropriation and the Public Response

A week ago, I was sitting outside the coffee shop, doing nothing much but perhaps smoking and reading a book. Out of nowhere, death approached me and told me he was dying. Seeing that I had nothing immediately important planned, I invited him to a drink and conversation. A drink and conversation…what harm could that do?

He told me that his soul was being eaten away, day by day, there was less and less of it. He told me he needed a break – just a way to get by. At first, I thought he might have been lying to me – that he was a con artist of sorts – but then, I offered him a cigarette and he declined. He was being legitimately honest then about dying and all. I re-extended my invitation to a drink and conversation. A drink and conversation…what harm could that do?

What happened next took me completely by surprise. Apparently, death and dying has very little priority in an “affluent” world. I always thought that the selfish nature of the well-off was just a popular myth that the “socially-conscious” devised in order to set themselves apart from the masses. I was wrong – it’s not a myth. In this fucked up world, it’s a crime to want to “just get by”. People become animals and the public sphere becomes a place of exclusion. To be absolutely honest – I’m not sure I want to be part of this “public sphere”. A drink and conversation…that can be very harmful to those who don’t have to worry about survival.

I don’t expect you to agree – after all, you probably have no idea what the fuck I'm on about. Welcome to the biggest piece of bullshit I have ever encountered in my life.