They call you heartless; but you have a heart and I love you for being ashamed to show it. —Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra
I miss the way
you used to love me;
like it was something
that came so naturally.
Los muertos reciben más flores que los vivos, porque el remordimiento es más fuerte que la gratitud.
High school, it seems, has changed. It has become competitive. Young men and women — 13 to 18 years old — must work more or less tirelessly to ensure their spot at a college deemed worthy to them and their families. So rather than living their adolescent lives — lives brimming with desires and vitality, with vim, vigor, and brewing lust — these kids are working at old age homes, cramming for tests, popping Adderall just to make the literal and proverbial grade. And for what? So they can go to a school that puts them in debt for the rest of their lives. School has become a great vehicle of capitalism: it quashes the revolution implicit in adolescence while simultaneously fomenting perpetual indebtedness. —Daniel Coffeen