David Graeber, in The Baffler, "A Practical Utopian's Guide to the Coming Collapse." He is not referring to the collapse of Wealth Bondage, nor of Occupy, but to collapse of faith in a world where human relationships are reduced to metrics and results.
A quarter of the US population, not including the NSA, and not including Markets4Good, or Hewlett Foundation, or Gates Foundation, are engaged in guard labor, measuring, managing, and demoralizing the persons once known as citizens, when in Paris, the baker saluted the butcher on the way to the next beheading. Violence is now intimate, pervasive, internalized, and structural. Those deformed by metrics achieve manic intensity as they explain why the only hope for fixing what capitalism broke is the tool capitalism used to break it. In touring around talking about giving, sometimes to church groups, addressing fundraisers, I find that the language of love comes to them like blood flowing into numb arms and legs. We know we are being dehumanized on behalf of "Results." That we are guard labor or labor under the eyes to the guard-role to which we may be promoted if our record remains clean and our outputs exceed inputs by x% per annum. And we know in our spirits, in what we had once called our soul, that love conquers all - did then, in year 33, does now, and love of our fellow man, including the guard and the guard's guard on up to the Chief Guard, behind the one way glass, is not against the law, or even in violation the edict demanding results that are measurable. Results flow in giving from love, and nourish love so it grows exponentially. ("When we succeed, the children have faith and the faith has children," as a pastor said to me yesterday.) Met with love, hatred and hegemony enter a crisis of identity from which they can only emerge transformed into what they fear most - love, creativity, autonomy, and equality. That is my analysis, more than Graeber's, but in his spirit.
Submitting oneself to labor discipline—supervision, control, even the self-control of the ambitious self-employed—does not make one a better person. In most really important ways, it probably makes one worse. To undergo it is a misfortune that at best is sometimes necessary.