Current mood:
contemplative
It's coming soon...the definition our generation has been searching for.
It was the end of the world.
At least, that's what it seemed like. We were living through the apocalypse. The end of days popularized by so many zealots for centuries before. Everything had changed. You could walk outside and feel the earth sigh as if Mother Nature herself was growing old. Everywhere was the vague drone of distant machines and cold precision. Everywhere was the oppressive heat, pushing down on your chest, squeezing the cold sweat from your pores. Everywhere was the sound of voices, screaming to be heard over the din of promised dreams. We were zombies, children of the night who had to learn to exist in the day. Everywhere was the feeling that we'd been cut a raw deal, that mankind had ordered a colossal meal in the restaurant of history, and here we were, stuck with the bill, making negotiations with the manager about washing dishes. It was the great kiss off, the comical reality of the brilliant and promising future that had gone so wrong.
And it was all our own fault.
Exactly ! It seems that the only way out is to go backwards. Until then, I will drink caffeine when overwhelmed and the odd shot of coconut rum (or a beer) when things seem totally hopeless. Maybe, just maybe, there is stll hope for mankind. We'll see. M.
I feel as though I can relate to what you're saying. It's kind of odd actually because it seems so cold, harsh, or perhaps a better description would be a tragic irony. You know it really relates to what I say quite often. We the human race, in quest for greatness and perfection, have created more problems in the process. It is so funny how we have mechanized our lives to the point where many of us have lost touch with what it is to even be human. It is a shame that I feel this way, but your words bring to light how we have pushed our world to the point where it has given almost everything that it has to give and yet we want more. We create the weather and then scream because we feel the heat or furious winds beating on our bodies. So beautiful to hear someone put into words to darkness and sense of foreboding that I hold within my mind. I thought I was the only one with a twisted view on life...I guess I was wrong.