Apr 7, 2016
It makes me irrationally irritable that ouija boards are a mass-produced commodity. If one wishes to speak to those who have passed beyond this mortal coil, those whose bodies are tied to the earth and the stone, they must have earthen things, made with care and deliberation. One cannot simply spatter cheap cardboard with reeking inks, toss in some chunk of plastic, and throw them haphazardly about by the tens of thousands.
What, do you want to commune with the spirits of bulldozed ecosystems and poisoned fauna? Or perhaps one wishes to instead speak with the spirit of dignity in capitalism, which is well and truly dead.