Anyway, if you like Russia so much why don't you go live there?
I might, same shit though isn't it? just like the UK I'll hardly ever leave my room after obligatory life expenses are covered.
Honestly, having been unsocially socialized, I take comfort in the fact that my only real bond with society sits silently in my wallet; that as long as I pay my rent and bills and taxes, when I get off work (the only time I absolutely have to interact with people), I can lay on the couch and not speak to a soul and no one will ask anything of me.
Capital’s reward for our labor is comfortable relief from freedom — once off the clock, having played out the role of the ‘well-integrated working adult’ for the requisite length of time, we can largely regress to the infantile, dependent state of the spectator. The end of labor is frightening because it also means the end of leisure (at least in its present ‘mindless’ form as abstract antithesis of labor). The worry ‘but what would we do with all that free time?’ stares down the worry ‘but who would take care of everything?’ across the uncomfortable silence of the unspeakably obvious answer. Communism would mean emerging from man’s self-incurred immaturity... and no one wants to grow up.
you willing to fund it? might at least mean i don't have to deal with the DWP for a couple of years.