Cubism Dream: And just like that, the world seems less brighter -
iam and bme definitely were forces in shaping who i am. its sad to see such a man that affected so many depart this world.
(Source: farrahfuckingflawless)
Scooters in Japan, slowing down traffic since always
The taste like couscous.
Jabba the hutt: the early years
Oh hero
Because if you can’t have fun while meeting powerful people, what use are you?
life is sorta lame. like, not in a “boo hoo i hate life” sort of way, but in a very literal lame way. like there is some huge part of existence and interaction that is missing, and leaves life fundamentally flawed. i feel like there is so much to be said. so much to be read and understood and internalized and transformed by each unique experience. but where’s the time? where’s the forum? the internet? boo to that. it’s too slow. it requires time, money, technological savvy, and at least a 1st grade reading level (judging by half the shit i read on the internet). and having those things doesn’t really make your access meaningful. so the forum while potentially potent, is over run with meaningless junk. talking to people is almost a waste these days. everybody is so sure of having everything figured out, that they aren’t just resistant to change, they are against it. because if your life is inconvenienced in any way, it must mean you’ve had some gross action perpetrated against you. writing a book used to be the best way to influence disparate people. but thanks to the aforementioned internet, it seems that that getting meaningful thoughts and words across to people is inundated with other people trying to get their meaningful thoughts and words across to people. the market is saturated, so to speak. and the people are so willing to assume what they read in a few short blog pages constitutes the “truth”. i read a short book worth of posts everyday on numerous topics, and i see little to no “truth” in what i read. i see only desperation. that’s all i see in the internet, in talking to people, in reading, in media, in television, movies, music, art: desperation. that’s the lameness of life in this age: desperation. the speed of our interactions, the attention spans, the instant access and gratification. it has caused everyone touched by it to be desperate, because in the back of our minds, we know for a fact that we are one step away from having just lived our 15 minutes of fame. that we are a step away from greatness and from being admired by everyone and being the best ever. we are desperate for immortality because we know it’s just one wish away. one heavenly boon. and the world tells us this is ok, because the rest of the world is so desperate for the same. but it will never come. i’ve always known this. i’ve always wondered why so few do? i wonder if the world was really ever any different? that’s my only real question, when it comes down to it. was the world ever different? did people think differently on a base level? did people understand they didn’t have all the answers? i would just feel really disappointed if there was some human golden age that passed and i wasn’t able to be a part of it. not a golden age of power, or industry, or technology, or wealth. just a golden age of equality and respect, where humans felt their duty to their fellows in their bones. i can say with very little hesitation that i don’t see any evidence for their having been one. so i guess i’ll just keep on with life. lame as it is, one day, maybe things will be different. i’m not holding my breath though.
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