diary / by Edward Mullany

I should differentiate here between systems that demand my participation, and on which my livelihood depends, and systems that would entice me by making a resource of a weakness in my character. I cannot say that there are many of the former, though I know there is no shortage of the latter. For each day of my waking finds me, and many who, like me, persist in a climate of stability and comfort, though not exorbitant wealth, returning without duress to the products and cultural venues by which nothing of necessity is gained, but much that is toxic, useless, and undignified is offered and is consumed.