Amazon

First, I hated it, then I accepted it, then I rejected it, then I amended it, then I hoped for it, then I wrote for it, then I died for it, then I cried for it, then I fled from it, then I bled from it, then I relied on it, then I denied it. This from a Seattleite published through Amazon (the middle man), but angry after learning tonight that the only customers allowed to write a review must spend over $50.00 a year at the company store, and be a Prime subscriber, both requirements I don't meet.

I'm piggy banking on Bezos's fortune, while he is piggy backing on mine, and it's a sick relationship. Unfortunately, the amazon platform lets me reach more readers than self publishing by myself, and I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place, because the corporate terrain has been set. I'm a slave to Amazon, as much as it is to me, its cultural ambassador, who no one will remember. I'd like to dismantle the machine, axe the middle man, but my people have made a living as merchants for centuries and this would be hypocrisy. Long live the middle man, long live capitalism, long live my lonely slog, out on the sea, blinded by the snow, and not cocaine. Long live the inklings of the revolution, that will eat itself in sorrow.