"There is no modern romance."
- Yeah Yeah Yeahs
OK so I've been overly preoccupied with something lately. It's going to be splashed over my future posts so I might as well be blunt.
Everything feels disposable. My whole world. My material things. Tight clothes I bought last year are bright rags with blasphemous graphics. Yesterday's hot beat is tomorrow's repulsive embarrassment.
My words. I can't put together even the simplest sentence without throwing in a like or fuck or seriously, etc. at least twice. Things can no longer be. Now they have to, like, be. Someone tries to tell me something and I respond with fo sho. But I might as well ignore them.
Television and radio is just filler between ads. On my drive to school and back I consume over 50 billboard advertisements, none of which I can remember. What good is it to look at something if you won't even remember it? But that's 10% of my day. Consuming advertisements.
The future is a choice between awful job A and terrible degree B. It's a neo-inquisition, and the only religion is money. Buy, consume, eat, drink, drive. Upgrade, never downgrade. Revel in fetishism.
Of course its ok to talk about depression, but not question the times. Well whatever then. We are all trapped in this beautiful dream called capitalism. America! - Let's celebrate by buying more material goods. Retail sets up shop at 5Am and earlier now on Black Friday.
Why do we collectively do that stupid shit? Let's quit giving gifts on holidays. Just give gifts randomly and focus our holidays on spending time with the people we love.
Let's make things to last again. Things we can truly be thankful for. Let's find time, collectively, to craft our techniques, to learn languages, to converse, and get the sleep we all deserve.
Let's write music for the ages. Movies that speak to universal truths instead of the latest unexploited gimmick. Wear dirty clothes that we treasure too much to toss when they're not fresh enough to place back on the rack.
Worry about the finished product, and the process will come. Worry about the process, and the finished product will come from elsewhere.
...more to follow, as always...
- Yeah Yeah Yeahs
OK so I've been overly preoccupied with something lately. It's going to be splashed over my future posts so I might as well be blunt.
Everything feels disposable. My whole world. My material things. Tight clothes I bought last year are bright rags with blasphemous graphics. Yesterday's hot beat is tomorrow's repulsive embarrassment.
My words. I can't put together even the simplest sentence without throwing in a like or fuck or seriously, etc. at least twice. Things can no longer be. Now they have to, like, be. Someone tries to tell me something and I respond with fo sho. But I might as well ignore them.
Television and radio is just filler between ads. On my drive to school and back I consume over 50 billboard advertisements, none of which I can remember. What good is it to look at something if you won't even remember it? But that's 10% of my day. Consuming advertisements.
The future is a choice between awful job A and terrible degree B. It's a neo-inquisition, and the only religion is money. Buy, consume, eat, drink, drive. Upgrade, never downgrade. Revel in fetishism.
Of course its ok to talk about depression, but not question the times. Well whatever then. We are all trapped in this beautiful dream called capitalism. America! - Let's celebrate by buying more material goods. Retail sets up shop at 5Am and earlier now on Black Friday.
Why do we collectively do that stupid shit? Let's quit giving gifts on holidays. Just give gifts randomly and focus our holidays on spending time with the people we love.
Let's make things to last again. Things we can truly be thankful for. Let's find time, collectively, to craft our techniques, to learn languages, to converse, and get the sleep we all deserve.
Let's write music for the ages. Movies that speak to universal truths instead of the latest unexploited gimmick. Wear dirty clothes that we treasure too much to toss when they're not fresh enough to place back on the rack.
Worry about the finished product, and the process will come. Worry about the process, and the finished product will come from elsewhere.
...more to follow, as always...
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