I’m still obsessed with making money online. I paused my Etsy shop and created a new one here, on this site. There’s a link on the menu.
The site is also optimized for Google Adsense, and ads keep coming up. I am on Facebook, Instagram, LinkedIn and Twitter and some viewers come along now and then, but far from being enough. None of them turned into a customer for my services as an illustrator nor purchased something from my store. The only useful page in this site has been the Portfolio, which link I send to potential customers from the Zaask freelance platform. They like my work and make business with me.
I have some regular readers from the WordPress community. That feeds the ego when they’re sincere, but it means nothing for my pockets.
I’m considering giving up any expectations of making money through blogging. I will focus on sharing CHRONOS and hope for nothing in return. Money is to be found somewhere else.
Have no illusions. We’re just numbers. Commodities. Expenses for employers or clients. Seldom an investment, and all investments expire eventually. All that matters is providing more requiring less. To survive we must be experts in bidding on an endless rat race. The highly technological and promising 21st century is all about leaving behind human rights, civil rights, unions, social welfare and the social state. Each one by himself is the motto.
See Donald Trump and other thugs. See the sites for job offers. See the freelance platforms. The jungle persists, in spite of the new foliage. No doubt the extraordinary global effort to manufacture a vaccine against Covid-19 might give us some hope about communal behavior, but once the danger gets more under control the law of the jungle will be back on. And the vaccine will be part of the game. Exploitation is far away from being expelled as the engine for the so-called civilization.
Dictatorship, either governmental or corporative, from Left or Right wings, is all about dehumanizing individuals. The recurring excuse for the procedure is called “the common good” or “the grand picture”, phrases heavily distorted, an ordinary phenomenon to well meaning rhetoric and ideals. There is always someone ready to make bad use of good words. Such vocabulary becomes the fundamental tool to make us believe we are cherished and taken care of. Try reading the texts of job offers. I insist. And the freelance platforms, where bidders adopt the same language to sell their services, making commodities of themselves.
Commodities we are. From exploitation we die.