Ours

You people have more money than you know what to do with. More money than God, more than you know how to spend. And you spend your days coming up with new ways to spend it. New inventions on extending consumer culture. New products wrapped in new packages and sometimes I buy this shit and tell myself I need it. I unwrap it and sit in my room and look at it and worship it for an hour, a day, a week, a year. But then it always fades and looks like the shit it really is.

Everything is from the earth.

Everything we’ve ever made and that should be beautiful but it’s not because you ruined it with a price tag. As a writer I’m often no better when I put my name next to some words like they’re mine. They’re ours. It’s all ours.