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Hey but why’s Clarud such a whore about it? Why’s he such a fruity ghost?
>be me
>21 sweeps
>wife dead
>getting on in years but still staying /fit/
>doesnt matter because alien biology keeps me from hooking up
>kismeisis only visits when inconvenient
>mfw the best thing i can get is homoerotically charged therapy sessions w/ moirail
like the american empire in its final gasps, the game designed to preside over the end of Repitonian history utilizes loot and empty recycled nostalgia ("disappointment and childlike wonder") for two distinct ends, commodities with minute use-value and weaponry.
The labor of the snakes is seemingly meaningless, the source of their nostalgic goods seemingly spun from thin air, their appreciation of objects with which they have no cultural connection is entirely arbitrary. The commodity and its production remains entirely obscured.
Compelled by invisible compulsion, the snakes produce and present commodities; painted rocks and rare minerals. Like all consorts, they occupy a container world, a clockwork village with prepackaged modes of production and social organization.
Jentha's appreciation of the Furby as an object with a capacity for learning, above its corporate assigned purpose, resembles what Adorno discusses as relationship between toys & those not yet acquainted with the reality of capital, which prioritizes use value over exchange value
Sova grounds and finds herself in impersonal history, fictional and familial (theatre, The Annalist). She submerges herself in an impassioned vision of a romanticized past as means of escaping and bracing against the trauma and conditions of the present (Just Like Vriska!)