this feels familiar; me being on hold for anything he or his mother needs. I'm done caretaking, but apparently I am not. capitalism is destroying community. I know that, all of my neighbors would definitely pitch in for helping them two; but the design of our living arrangements fucking PROHIBITS fully aiding another.

The number of unfilled apartments is staggering, but the IRvine Company is large enough to wait out any and everyone.

Fuck it all.