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submitted 1 day ago* (last edited 1 day ago) by Dirt_Owl@hexbear.net to c/doomer@hexbear.net

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I hate how you can't have any sort of attachment to anything under capitalism. Nothing matters, everything is slop to be consumed and thrown away so you can buy more slop. Caring about anything is something to be mocked.

Everything made by capitalism just keeps getting more and more hollow. Hardly is it allowed to just be creative people having fun or telling their story anymore. Even the rare times something good gets wings, it eventually gets taken away by capital, like what happened to the Disco Elysium dev team.

I see it happen over and over again. The people make something good, it gets popular, capitalism buys it and then strips it for parts, it then becomes a focus tested product that ends up being a hollow shell of itself.

It happened to music. It happened to books. It happened to movies and TV. It happened to games. It happens to everything. A cynical contempt for both creatives and consumers and even the product itself seems to radiate from the corporations responsible.

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[–] miz@hexbear.net 11 points 23 hours ago* (last edited 23 hours ago)

the hopeful trumpets are coming for everything

Now your dreams will never again be so peaceful. You will see capital in your nights, like a nightmare, that presses you and threatens to crush you. With terrified eyes you will see it get fatter, like a monster with one hundred proboscises that feverishly search the pores of your body to suck your blood. And finally you will learn to assume its boundless and gigantic proportions, its appearance dark and terrible, with eyes and mouth of fire, morphing its suckers into enormous hopeful trumpets, within which you’ll see thousands of human beings disappear: men, women, children. Down your face will trickle the sweat of death, because your time, and that of your wife and your children will soon arrive. And your final moan will be drowned out by the happy sneering of the monster, glad with your state, so much richer, so much more inhumane.

—Carlo Cafiero, Summary of Marx's Capital (1879)