A message to rent
Hi, webkin. You are allowed to inhabit this thought-space free of charge. While I, myself, literally, Lila, rents a space inside this laptop, my fingers paying for every keyboard use. Rent has made the worse out of the living. A predator in camouflage under another name. The space I fill this world is a commodity, devoid of value. I dream of finding a sliver of reality where I could freely call a piece of land, home. Yeah, yeah, we live in a materialistic world with a capital C written to its core. I am reminded of this fact 24 hours a day in the form of an alarm clock. And this fact has somehow eaten up all that is left of every one's belief that the best things in life are free. But what do we need the best for when even the things we need are not for free? This space is for rent. This space is for rent. This space is for rent. This space is for rent. This space is for rent. This space is for rent. This space is for rent. This space is for rent. This space is for rent. This spa