Every successful sales pitch at Land Forces, every business card exchanging hands at the official networking events, means more weapons in the hands of those who can always justify their use.
Loneliness has become a feature of modernity, a hallmark of late capitalism, woven into the technologies and built environments that form the architecture of our lives.
Both Peterson and Lawrence see the world outside as an inscrutable female Cthulhu, a grasping dragon-octopus of chaos that threatens to destroy their penis and their soul.