You are correct.

Like, I actually don’t think I have any notes, at all, for once, hah.

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No, yeah… once upon a time I was naive bright eyed idiot that thought the system was fucked, but at least theoretically could be fixed.

Worked for a few corps. Some genuinely good people, management never has any humanity.

One day… I walked past a crumpled lump, in the alley, just before the block with my building.

It was a person.

I’d… never actually seen that before, a homeless person, just sheltering under a blanket.

I could not shake this… it bothered me immensely… what was the point of this whole city, if that can happen? What the fuck am I even doing this for? Who am I trying to impress?

… Go out for lunch, walk past the same spot.

The lump is gone.

Men with essentially flamethrowers are burning the… spot, on the ground, where he was.

I had a complete break down, panic attack, whatever.

The existential dread became fully realized in the same moment I realized… I am part of this machine that eats people. I pull its levers. I am having a pathetic break down, whereas that man died.

That was it. That was what radicalized me.

Quit, worked for a non profit helping the homeless, after that.