It’s a world built for the median of the petite bourgeoisie. It’s bread and circuses to placate those with enough power to pose a threat but not enough power to run the show. Everyone below only gets to live vicariously. Look at it too closely and you become an outlier. Once you’re an outlier, you have no place in the system. That drives us inward, and drugs subjectively enrich the inner experience.

It’s a world catered to a small population that does not include you or I. You’re only seeking to establish meaning where none has been provided for you. And you must suffer for it so that others do not follow in your deviant footsteps and threaten the hegemony of the owner class.

Any other questions? Say hello to the soul surgeons for me if you run into them.