Status Updates From A Flor da Inglaterra

god i hope he’s dead by the end

Hating how much I’m relating to a broke man

gordon is being so much right now i can’t

Reminds me of A Room of One’s Own. “Failing” writer contending with the effects wealth and financial stability have on the ability to create art. By design, poverty (ie capitalism) stunts creativity. Creating art = protest. Funnier narration than some of Orwell’s more popular works, enjoying it!

“Money writes books, money sells them. Give me not righteousness, O Lord, give me money, only money.”

chat am i fucked for reading this while i'm depressed?

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