The quest of one mug to find deeper meaning in a meaningless world.

Why do hide behind consumerism? How does attaching our very self-value to brands and products define who are? Why can’t an object just add value to what already exists?

We claim to know who we are. We say we are in touch with ourselves. Then why do we look? Why do we yearn? Are we just adding metadata tags for our digital overlords instead of experientially discovering our pre-existing unformed potential selves?

Fear. You know that’s what drives us. Our social media is full of our smiling faces, expensive food, duck lips, and vacations. But every day we go to work to slave way for a system that sees us as nothing more than profit margins. Always the threat of dismissal and destitution looms.

And how do we spend our money? Meaningless products that last five years! Chasing after the newest, the thinnest, the highest number of Gs. Does television get better? Are the jokes funnier? Or is the television just slightly higher resolution? And then one day we wake up and realize that we are wallowing cold and frozen in a destitute wasteland of electronics that children in the Congo died to produce.

If we are to face the world, we need a face the world is worthy of. But oh poop is this stuff expensive. Maybe I’ll just use filters and work remotely.

When will we ever be comfortable? Is life forever a balancing act, where we try to advance without falling back?

We have friends, yes. But are friends anymore? If you don’t have them on at least three social media accounts profile friend/subscriber lists, do they really care about you? And what if you have thousands of likes? Do they like you, or do they like the internet version of you? If you robbed a bank, would they want a cut of the earnings but then not drive the getaway car?

What is security? Our world is ever changing, and our reputations matter more than ever. What we build for years can be cancelled in minutes. And yet, the physical world which sustains our body and homes is so old that we cannot fathom how unchanged it is. It simply exists, from time immemorial. How do we reconcile our obsession for change with our need for stability?

Screw life. I own a couch, Ima gonna lie down and listen to some weird genre of unknown music so I feel cooler than you. Sus.

