Reading my own words in the river of "notable" ephemera flowing through Twitter, Facebook, Flipboard, and Linked-in, I realize that contesting the frame of the discourse (Wealth Bondage) is impossible. Social Media is a trillion dollar corporate effort with a clear business model. I am an unpaid content provider, supposedly motivated by a desire for banal self-representation and need for "friends," "likes," and "followers," to soothe my anomie and sense of despair. Few glancing at this will know it was written by a naked man, in a Dumpster, sitting on a pile of rotting books and dreaming of a New Classroom, sealed hermetically from the elements in which we now live and have our being. Without that context, you probably think I am normal. Like you?