This morning, I did something I hadn’t done in a long time: I put on a CD and hung out in my office. It’s The Eraser album by Thom Yorke, which I hadn’t listened to in a long time. As I’m sitting and reading, a feeling of comfort spirals out of me. And then behind the comfort rolls in a realization. It feels small at first and then opens up until I’m looking out at a vast landscape. This realization touches almost every aspect of my life: I have become a being of consumption. There’s a lot of discussion about consumption, and this usually revolves around the consumption of natural …
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