“Death seen as the ultimate abandonment: no matter how close we are to our loved ones, no matter how important we are in our communities, when we die we die alone” — reading about psychoanalytic criticism. things people like us have already figured out. many live the illusion of the life-complex, in which engagements within our communities, relationships to others, and traditions will eradicate the commonality of every specie’s existence: the alienating experience of dying. not in the negative connotation, of course, simply as a thing that is guaranteed. a statement. then i thought about how people kill and commit atrocities towards each other for the sake of capital. and then there is nothing left for the autonomous-self and its nuclear micro-cosmic structure to sustain itself as we await the suspended fate of death. institutions will replace autonomous collectivism with an individual desire to construct a narrative that will go in-line with the spoon-fed illusion of industrialism and progress. the empire’s authoritarianism will govern our bodies. teach us that debauchery and living against the grain of capitalist existence is transgressive, when there is nothing more abjective than the web of lies within orthodoxy, language itself, governments, and commodified social constructs. all of which continuously shatter and exploit our individual subjectivity and psychological experiences.