i wake up each morning gripped by a quiet, persistent paranoia that the world is teetering on the edge of something irreversible, a feeling only deepened by my pacifist convictions in a reality so saturated with violence that even the word “peace” feels almost absurd to speak aloud, and yet here i am, a self-identified humanitarian cosmopolitan, a so-called “citizen of the world” who can’t escape the gnawing awareness that the very concept of global solidarity feels increasingly fictional in a time when entire populations are sacrificed on the altar of geopolitical convenience, especially in places like gaza, where the horror of what’s unfolding feels so incomprehensibly vast that it paralyzes me with a sense of helplessness, even as i try to act — i, a wealthy latino man who somehow exists at the strange intersection of marxist-leninist-trotskyist ideology and capitalist practicality, a bisexual individual navigating a world still deeply uncomfortable with fluidity and difference, a traditionally orthodox jew who prays daily for a world of justice while being painfully aware of how little prayer moves the needle in a system designed to protect the powerful.

>>510479810 (OP)
Ich habe heute zweimal gekackt