Reading Marx is like unearthing the Necronomicon in a university library, a forbidden text that lays bare capitalism's inner workings. But the true horror lies in realizing you're surrounded by people who treat exploitation as 'just how things work.' Suddenly the world reveals itself as a self-sustaining asylum, where the so-called 'rational' diligently reproduce the madness of the system.

He is me, and I am him.

where can I move to

It was The Corporation for me. Then, I discovered Adam Curtis. Smartest Guys in the Room, some Michael Moore stuff, then I really started taking a look at War docs with Smedley Butler and Dalton Trumbo and Charlie Chaplin shouting at me from the 1930s and 40s. Errol Morris kicked ass in the Fog of War, John Pilger kicked ass in Occupation 101, and BBC kicked ass with the Death of Yugoslavia.

This was 20 or 25 years ago. All this seems trite by comparison to where we are now.

A fan of Adam Curtis, I see.

More you know, more difficult to stay happy.

Zeitgeist: Addendum kinda did that for me. But the book Voltaire's Bastards was the real lynchpin well before that. Even before that, back in the late eighties, I read a book about the history of money that I borrowed from the Devonport library that really shaped my views about finances and showed me what a farce it all is, but I can in no way remember the title or author.

A recent post on lemmy mentioned something called 'money dysphoria', and it really hit home.

https://lemmyverse.link/lemmy.world/post/32777721