the exhaustion that runs on habit and superstition
you get wicked super stations in this fucked up kindof shit life because its’ a never ending chase and you get too tired to go by much more than never ending habit and super station and everything like that
Context
The interior of the never-ending chase: too depleted to run on anything but reflex and dread, the mind reduced to habit and omen because it has nothing left over for judgment. This is the phenomenology the program will later name from the other side — powerlessness felt from within, a life narrowed until only the next fix and the superstitions guarding it remain.