All work is a form of prostitution, the only real difference is whether you’re selling your body or your soul. Marketing and consumerism have made hookers out of each and every one of us, desperate for our next fix of the new must-have, the over-hyped junk which is just as much an addiction as the drugs which are pedalled on the streets. They are, after all, only used to try to fill the aching voids in our lives.
And who are we pimped by? Well, the corporate structures have long ago reduced most of us to mobile-portfolios or mere cogs in a machine such that we are no more than paid bodies selling our lives by the minute and hour; and now the government wants the out-of-work to put out even more cheaply, further driving down the price of our next cheap trick.
No matter, doubtless we’ll content ourselves by just keep watching the idiot game-shows and humming the stripped-back, simplified tunes to try to block out the sound of the grinding cogs and wheels which are crushing us into dust.