Life of a Romantic Pirate

What disturbs me about holidays

is that there always lingers this obscene injunction of the big Other to enjoy, relax, and have fun. I don’t like it. I like working, writing, and being productive. Fuck with those pseudo-anti-industrialist hedonist attitudes that say life is primarily to have fun without too much work. The true subversive act in today’s society of control is to radically assume work without fun.

I hate holidays. They only toy with you by constantly making you feel guilty of not having enjoyed enough during it.