The Lost Class

One could keep on wondering of the potential accuracy of the lost class narrative. Its a story that there are no more workers... yes the industrial revolution is almost over and the information age has taken afoot but workers' conditions have not improved much for a lifetime. They have been transferred to the service sectors and perhaps to mail and logistics for a short-while. But a worker is still a person of no means of production, a have not. Work itself has also not disappeared, that might have been another route to the verity of such a sarcastic statement: "there are not many workers left." Instead the worker is alive, in drudgery and legwork and very much in misery. The misery is in actuality deepened by the fountains of melancholy-making social media behemoths, keeping the workers locked in to their small screens of colorful pictures by regular swipes that give a measured release of dopamine - the soma of the masses, of our current times.  So the deeper the sleep continues the longer the people will be sucked dry of resources and happiness by a small number of successful and smooth operators of the mystery engines of capitalism. 
  To see into this is not a matter of gnosis or an epiphany or a sudden awakening as if from a dream state. It is a matter of historical importance made possible when you contribute to a society that is egalitarian as a priority. Yet it is easy to preach and yet for me a difficult step to take to shed the dream that I could one day become a smooth operator myself. A sweet carrot on a stick remains... and so I am not a Prophet of Awakening from Dreams, I am also a dreamer.  Shackled fast to the work.