In Defence of Capitalism

"The ****ing supermarkets are making record breaking profits"

It was the morning of 20th October. My dream, rudely cut short by the bellowing of my morning alarm. I shot up out of bed, stumbled to the other side of the room and restored silence. My phone screen read 6:30 am, emitting the only source of faint light in an otherwise dark room. The cold clung to my bones, as it does in the Autumnal mornings of Scotland. With haste, I dress myself in trousers, a t-shirt, and a sweater. That should put the chill at bay. In a contradictory fashion, I head to the bathroom and repeatedly splash my face with cold water.

With the blood vessels in my face constricted and my nerve endings now forcefully awakened, I grab a portable lamp, my book, and a laptop and migrate to the kitchen. The first hour or so of my day is usually spent reading and drinking coffee. Some time passes.

As the last chapter of my reading time concludes, and the sun begins to illuminate the city through my kitchen window, I perch myself on the counter. Opening my MacBook, I discover t…