Living Under the Sun
Hello internet travelers, I'm coming through the waves to give you a minute of amusement until your next dial change. The days of the months seem to drip by like...
Does it even matter? There are days of work (for the lucky ones) and days of sitting, days of watching colors flicker across our eyes, and days of pining for normality. Our collective lives are becoming a dystopian comedy, with a poor plot and stereotypical politicians. They are complete with large bellies and a lot of cash made from some very well timed trades.
But this story is not a new one. There are so many fucked up things that happen and have always happened in human societies. But when faced with a new challenge, the cracks will get larger.
I wonder if it'll break?
But I have faith that we are good...mostly because I see no other option. How can I, a human, believe that we intentionally destroy the earth and ourselves?
It's a tall order, and I'm not hungry.
"Get a good job with good pay and you're okay...Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash...Keep your hands off of my stack...Money, it's a hit...Don't give me that do goody good bullshit..." -Pink Floyd, Money