woman on the tram
shopping bag with label ‘joy’
bitter, bored face
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Uncle Adelbart: We don’t consume things – things consume us. We don’t enjoy it – we’re ever less fulfilled. Yet we can’t get out.
Señor Palermo: An inward spiral. Dizzying. Disorienting. Corrosive for the soul.
The Gnostic Wanderer: Selfishness alienates. We need our peace of mind.
Little Goddess: And love. Love for things. Love for everything.