they tell me the system is broken but it’s only true for you and me. I have been ripped of my essence, sold it for a few cents. everything has a price, including my integrity. my life is a paradox, I reek of hypocrisy. 404: error. Integrity not found. my parents were colonizers I buy iphones. I call myself an anarchist but all i do is reading books. occasionally I write a blog entry. I want to scream at the top of my lungs: nothing is lost yet. your labor is your power. strike and scream with me.