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No Chance Here

“Even your protests get turned into products to be packaged and sold back to you.”


. . .


“The system you rebel against has found a way to profit off your rebellion.”


. . .


“What you fight against grows bigger the more that you fight against it.”


. . . 


“Chop one head off and two more heads pop out.”


. . .


“You get it now, don’t you, Sisyphus?” 


. . .


“. . . No?”


. . .


“That hill, your boulder, the push: it’s about society as much as it is about the psyche.”


. . .


“Don’t you see how pointless your fight is now? You can’t win. You never could. As long as those at the top continue to make their money, you can’t beat them.”


. . .


“This system would find a way to profit off of its own implosion. Nothing would change. Nothing would change.”


. . .


“You want a glorious purpose? This is the ‘forever war’. This fight will always need to be fought. Here is your purpose. Here is your fight. You don’t have to search for it, it will try to sell you something based on the information you’ve already given it. It’ll find you. It always finds you. And it will try suck up your time and attention by trying to sell you something. 


. . .


“You aren’t Achilles, Sisyphus.”


. . .


“Capitalism would sell itself the noose to hang itself with. You’ve heard that before, haven’t you? It’s more true now than when it was written.”


. . .


“There is no art here, only products. There are no artists, only corporations. There is no freedom here, only the market. There is no chance here, just a fight; just a hill, your boulder and the push.”


. . .


“. . . The weight only gets heavier, Sisy. The hill only gets steeper. How long can you fight for? How long before you become a product and nothing else? How long before money becomes what motivates you?”


. . .


“Are you strong enough to endure it all, Sisy? Do you still have a fight in you? Can you still push?”


-CH 7/16/25

 
 
 

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