We’re Almost Fucked
The earth is a brutal, beautiful, naturally indifferent place. The world we have created for ourselves on earth is fast becoming an ugly, disintegrating petri dish teaming with oblivious, ego-driven bacteria-with-brains who talk and eat and shit far more than they offer any action or idea of any worthwhile substance. I look at the political, economic, social, and religious unrest, the eruptions, tsunamis, earthquakes, faulty wars, and the lies. I look at the remarkable misalignment of anything and everything, the horrendously off-kilter energy within us and throughout the world, and the curiously complacent zombies staring at their televisions, wondering, if only for a fleeting moment, what the fuck is going on. They lick their sodium-swollen lips clean of glistening hamburger grease. “But nevermind,” they think, “Let’s get back to discussing the spread on the upcoming basketball game. Those scandalous housewives of New Jersey.” I look at them and laugh with deep, alarming discomfort, wondering how their soft bodies and simple minds would react to their greatest fears come home to roost. The morbid part of me wants to witness their eyes reacting to the self-fulfilling prophecies they – and their media – fantasize about without knowing why. Perhaps a worldwide nuclear exchange preceded by a civil war unfolding during an oncoming ice age? I wonder then, if in the middle of their final moments on earth, they’d consider how little they ever thought about anything, when, in fact, they should have been contemplating everything. Probably fucking not.