I have like 30 tabs open from things I promised I'd return and read (until an accidental closing of the browser saves me from these obligations). But as I began

I have like 30 tabs open from things I promised I'd return and read (until an accidental closing of the browser saves me from these obligations). But as I began to read through this, I could not stop. Xu's poems are remarkable. A creative soul trapped inside, and eventually swallowed by, the meaningless pit of capitalism. 我被它们治得服服贴贴 They've trained me to become docile 我不会呐喊，不会反抗 Don't know how to shout or rebel 不会控诉，不会埋怨 How to complain or denounce 只默默地承受着疲惫 Only how to silently suffer exhaustion While being a peasant is in no way desirable, at least you don't have to sell your soul pretending that a life spent serving a gigantic corporation in return for scraps is desirable. Most work is simply absurd - a place of drudgery and despair. We can say that while still accepting that it beats poverty.