Fordism and post-Fordism

the Fordists lived in a world of objects

production and consumption has remained

but we live in a world where we consume

ideas, concepts, lifestyles, ‘stuff’ is dead


job centre

1) My benefits advisor basically agreed with me that I’m not fit to work, agreed with me that my student loan barely covers tuition and is nowhere near sufficient to pay rent and live on, then informed me that I may very well not get Universal Credit because I’m a student, then basically agreed with me that I’m kinda fucked and may have to borrow money or drop out of my course. I have to provide shitloads more paperwork and go back next week.
2) I came out of the job centre, sighed and lit a cigarette and some old geezer said ‘I know exactly how you feel mate’ #underclasssolidarity
3) The benefits system is a kafkaesque nightmare which is more difficult to negotiate than most actual paid jobs.

realities of war

Depression to you might be a statistic on the news or something you read about in a glossy magazine. You might have a vague understanding of it but it remains conceptual. Well let me tell you to many many people it is very real. Let me be clear, it is intense and devastating. It is yr worst nightmares made real. It is like a swarm of wasps clustered around yr head in frenzy. Depression is me sat in my small room terrified that they are gonna take my benefits away and that i’ll end up on the streets and having to wait ‘four to six weeks’ to find out how fucked I really am. Depression is feeling like my life is spiralling out of my control chaotically at a furious pace and simultaneously somehow collapsing inwards. Depression is me taking benzos and drinking beer and chain smoking joints to blur the edges and make things fuzzy because my thoughts are torture and i’m worried if I don’t get fucked enough to pass out I’ll be up all night watching Al Jazeera News and obsessively contemplating suicide and I can’t fuckin deal with that right now, not again.