I’m the pack of lies that keeps you “safe.”
I’m the thoughts you’re too ashamed to share.
I’m the crushing feeling you feel inside.
I’m the memory you can’t get out of your head.
I’m the lust, the empty desire.
I’m the fear, the greed.
I’m the Black Friday.
I’m the impulse, the hurry-up-and-buy, the just-one-more.
I’m the cocaine-high that doesn’t last past the checkout line.
I’m the sound of money washing down the drain.
I am consumerism. Give me a chance. I promise you won’t be satisfied.
Essay inspired by David Gray’s “Nemesis.”

