i just signed a contract with like — a MASSIVE fast fashion brand, you know? the kind i always rail against on my insta stories, the kind that kinda embodies everything i hate about capitalism, all that... and im supposed to design their next big ad campaign. i guess to pay off these stupid student loans, it felt like the only way out. like, one minute im at a DSA meeting talking about overthrowing the system and the next im brainstorming slogans for ultra-cheap polyester shirts. the irony is CRUSHING me, actually. like, what am i even doing? what kind of person does this... it feels so dirty, man. i dunno.