The deceptively gradual sinking of this generation's faded capacity for anything of relevance, beyond one's self, is gaining speed and acuity. A degredation of "higher thought" is quickly developing popularity, and with it, tumbles many other essential anthropological "terms". The capacity for art and the beautifully basic human urge to further everything we know, rationalize, and interact with, is being dropped, as if it were a white-hot iron. Instead of wanting to become or to create, we claw and scream for any miniscule drop of carnal pleasure we can soak up with our ravenous sponge. We forsake ourselves in a disturbingly self centered race for whatever makes us "feel the best". Instead of striving to add onto this one, single planet of which we inhabit, we kill one another, and ourselves, in an attempt to reach a pale and sickly state of faux nirvana. We drink ourselves into disgusting states of idiocy, and we are consumed by lusts and fucks. We talk about love as if it were as common as the sun, but we have never seen the sun. Our society blurs into a mixture of lies, addictions, hates, and stupidity in a vile obsession with gaining control of our own pleasure.
So, our future is bleak. What should we do? How can we save ourselves? I would say it is too late. We are all caught in the sinking sand of our own lazy and addicted sponge. There is no hope, there is no escape. Who cares, though? 'Cause I feel alright.
