As you may have noticed, I have strong ties with the United Stated. Relationships, tech, media, artists, even academia: everything in my life has a connection with the American development of strategies and resources to live in the 21st century reasonably well. But is that a promise that can’t be fulfilled?

Let’s look at the facts. I chose to work as a teacher. I have 2 other jobs: I’m a musician and I’m a writer. My music is property of Bandcamp, who promised me to pay back, and SoundCloud, who did the same. Spotify allows me and other people to include my songs on a story, for example, and with that help promote the work. But we don’t have to argue again about how the company treats artists.

In the writing business, there are people who will promise you can make big money with just the craft of words, in the copywriting profession. Remember Peggy Olson, everyone? But in reality, salaries are treated as gifts and nobody values the creative process, because if they ever see a hint of creativity in their lives, it’s going to be how to swear at somebody they don’t like, for the pettiest reason.

To teach, however, requires real preparation. A lifelong journey. It requires the ultimate questioning of your legacy, and the impact you wanna have in the world, as something positive and nurturing that will be outlasting and make people think of concepts, quotes, experiences, entire subjects and authors, as part of their personalities and life goals to pursue. Few manage to do a good job in today’s age.

And this requires conversation. As it turns out, people are not reading anymore. It’s all come down to video, and your videos have to be good quality. The latest iPhone camera captures one 48Mp image at a time, but that’s okay. If people don’t want to see me with my Nikon D5200 on the street, I’m sure it’s because they’re concerned I might get robbed. For producing content. Crazy world.

So you can’t film. You’d have to edit anyway. And that seems like a lot of work. All that you do requires a computer. And when you’re tired of trying, you’ll end up having a conversation with a stranger. Which used to mean one thing, and now it means another. I’m beyond disgusted with the media’s selectiveness when it comes to age issues, but when someone actually wants to portray how teens talk, let’s all watch. Olivia Rodrigo is making a lot of money, for a reason. And she’s not an icon, she’s a cliché.

I know another Olivia who might be reading this and wondering if I’m ever going to say I’m sorry. For what? My door has always been open to conversation, and apparently any type of debate would be aided by a career marketer and a PhD in philosophy. I just have dick pics and a history of confronting myself on the internet, as if I were being spied on. Suspicious stuff. For context, we almost married, but she refuses to have contact with me while the internet fucks me in the ass every single day, but everything’s okay with her.

My point about Kamala is that, no matter who I meet in the United States, I’ll never get to see them. And some of them really wanna see me, but their lack of understanding of impediments placed upon my development is astounding. “I’m not middle class”, I literally said to a homeless person who stalks me late at night, when the boys in the condominium are putting guns in convenience store cashier’s heads to steal whiskey. “I’m actually poor”. I suppose speaking another language empowers you.

But it’s not the bilingual people who will be treated any differently. There’s a chance that mass deportation will take place in America, and if that’s the lingering problem (refugee crises and so on), it will stay. America only wants to be good to itself. It doesn’t wanna help other people. Not even themselves, actually. Just the middle class. So if you’re poor in America, forget it. Maybe take your chances with going viral, and see what my life has been like for the past 15 years. Good luck. The rich will get richer, and will appear at the top of search results anyway, so it doesn’t matter at all.