Is a Utopia free of suffering?

Beasts of no Nation

I am esteemed with silicon jewels of knowledge. Bound no longer by distance, I am always heard. A gluttonous beast of pleasure and feasting.

Why do I suffer?

What lack I yet that keeps me bound to eternal suffering? Will I be free if I surround myself with more? More. More consumption.

What happens to the garbage I leave in my wake? To be rifled through by many hands scorched black. Tiny hands made my silicon jewels with their salted labor. Will my maw ever be full?

Free me of this burden I suffer, for I am no different than you who made what I consume. Diligently I suffer as do you. Wherein lies liberation?