my headphones smell

it’s as if the cheap plastic factory is right here in my very own living room. the wretching chemicals that have put thousands of Chinese into the hospital are right here for my own enjoyment.

it’s as if they didn’t even bother, those poor chinese factory workers, to remove the stench of reality from the headphones… that personal connection to the conditions these shitty little things were manufactured in… and what a great way for north americans, the elitists of the world, those who carry two mp3 players just because… to realise that life is more than just buying things. it’s breathing in the air that those factory workers breathe, it’s melting down the world’s oil reserves so that we consumers can consume and play and joyfully enjoy the world in which we live, but never bother to escape the fake reality we have created and venture over to their side of the world, where paradise wears a different name.

it’s as if they never made any of these calculations when they wrapped up these headphones, the 1,304,304 pair they’ve manufactured this week, and shipped them to our shores for our disposal.

my headphones smell. but at least I can breathe in so much more than their aroma.