Gone into the wilderness to escape from the woes of modern capitalistic society, yet unable to escape the coping mechanisms used to survive the rat race. Trapped inside the addiction, a smoke and a coffee to wake up, a toke and a drink to pass out, in an endless cycle, just to blur the daily toil into a barely-tolerable disassociative carousel. Even the moments of leisure have become a task to accomplish; have your pittance of a vacation, stressing about how tightly scheduled you are, stressing about how much everything costs, stressing about the mounting responsibilities pilling up awaiting your arrival.

I dunno man, I think it’s just a shitpost.