Yep, thought this was a bit account. What a fucking stupid world. Things really have gotten so much worse.

Wow. My inhalers literally cost £10. And even then, I say to myself "oof, bit steep."

skeleton with a pile of rocks on top of him

with a note next to him that says 'i sure hope these rocks don't fall on my head'

I actually went to this. It was a Marina Abramovic retrospective. I think the naked bouncers were only posted in position every now and again, cos I definitely did not have to squeeze past them. And that guy in particular was must've swapped around in the exhibition cos when I saw him he was lying down on a table, face-up with his nob out.

Also, one of the exhibits had this old lady wearing white robes, doing a fast on some structure elevated above the crowd. She would only drink water for the whole run of the exhibition. Her entire living space was essentially cross sectioned, so that even her toilet was on display for all to see - and where she slept, and so on. She looked absolutely miserable but her eyes said 'dont worry, I'm on a spiritual/artistic journey'.

There was a quote from Abramovic (whose work this lady was replicating), about how on day 4 she went a bit loopy and felt like she could see everyone's energetic wavelengths or something.

Anyway, I thought the old lady could do with a morale boost so I smiled and waved at her, and gave a nod of 'respect, brah'. People were not pleased with that. I felt a sudden encirclement of dirty looks. Even my partner was a bit pissed off that I did it.

The experience introduced to me the debate of 'what even is arts etiquette'? Am I not free to consume it however I want? It's performance art - the whole point is the relationship between the live subject and connection you feel with them in the room. I said sorry anyway, and I can see that I was being a bit of a bellend, if I'm honest...

But inside I wondered - why am I the bellend? I'm the only person here treating the other human in the room like a human rather than like a zoo animal. The etiquette is to navel gaze and swill your wine. No wonder performance art is almost exclusively the realm of middle and upper classes.

If I was her - stuck in the rafters of the Royal Academy for a week, people staring me down every single time I take an increasingly watery shit - I'd at least want someone to rock-paper-scissors me at some point.

QUICK

SEND 60 BILLION DOLLARS TO ISRAEL

well, he's won then.

Mandatory Amazon warehouse story:

They have rate trackers, to track how fast a worker scans items or whatever. You get constantly hounded by supervisors if you don't hit your rates. On the screens by your stations, there's constant reminders to take wellbeing breaks and stretch breaks and stuff, even though that's an impossibility if you want to hit your rate.

Then there's these 'wellness booths'. I believe they were soundproof. They were just little huts people would go into to have their breakdowns or to escape the constant noise of the warehouse.

Then there's the vending machines. You can swipe your worker ID card to get free painkillers. No, I'm not joking. They have vending machines for free paracetamol.

It's crazy how often I reference my time at Amazon, when I only worked there for like 3-4 months.

defend burgertown

we're not retreating

we're advancing in a new direction

If this is from a pro-ukraine group, I wonder if the media will treat it like they've treated Hamas in relation to October 7th.

I doubt it.

edit: wow, ISIS.

was the sun going down when he was getting angry and anxious by any chance?