We are the serial products that lose sense and purpose if our numbers are switched, reduced to a lowly existence, even less than what we are already systematically forced to be. In the eyes of the Witch, today we lack poetry.

We see it time and time again. Hipster foods that make poor brown people starve because they can no longer afford a food that was once their staple; or crops that are grown for cattle to satisfy our demand for ever cheaper meat instead of to feed those people who grow them. It’s not those folks who benefit from this supposed growth. It is not you or I.