The Lone Communist

On gentrification of communism, housing and care. I try to not criticise much because it gives me hang overs. But once in a while as a treat. We're all at least 1% lone communist lets face facts.

He was an only child. He had never been in a group. He craved his soviet union, his cuban revolution, his miners strike. He dressed like a French proletarian bleu de travail with a Doc Martens boot. He went on a gap year to meet poor people. In the underclass he discovered vulnerable people. He told them about how his parents split up as a kid. He asked them what books they read to think as they do. They weren’t very nice to him because he acted like a social worker in any conflict. He got arrested at a protest and was outraged by how he was tret by the police, who he decided to sue. He got tired of squatting, realised he was better than all this and was sick of the fighting.

He got a job in the worker co-op just for fun. He read fully automated luxury communism. He wanted to abolish work. He thought that work was humiliating. He upset his co-workers by not doing the job properly and left to study at an elite university. He wondered; how does one make a group? He started a PHD in researching relationships social groups and dissected how poor people try to survive in popular culture and on his social media using fancy French thinkers. The academy indulged every thought he had.

He went to work in a school and was proud of his choice to have a lower income job to help poor people. Perhaps this was communism? He thought his care was superior to the care poor people give each other. He believed they couldn’t do it without him or without education. He got burned out that he cun’t fix the people he worked with, who again weren't very nice to him. They didn’t listen to him and nothing ever changed in there lives. He thought they just didn’t help themselves. Having never tret anyone as an equal in his life and never joined a union, he finally declared communism dun’t work.

He brought an ex council house with inheritance and took a photo of himself in front of it for his dating profile. The estate looked gritty and authentic. He got bespoke kitchen counters fitted with his police compensation. The house was haunted by the ghost of a rude child who called him a wanker. He uploaded the pic to a dating app with a ☮ symbol for a logo, wrote commie and ACAB in his bio. He thought it somewhere between belief system or an identity category. He fell in love with another lone communist who worked at a charity and also believed that communism dun’t work.

photo: a £600,000 ex council house for sale on zoopla in London with a drawing on a hammer made out of stone pen effect and sickle made out if stainless steel pen effect.