We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once, before a word has been spoken.
— Fyodor Dostoevsky
I’ve reached the point in life where I look at kids my own age and wonder where their mums went wrong.
Maybe the sun keeps coming up because it’s gotten used to you and your constant need for proof."
THE NAMES WILL VARY, THE NAMES THEY MAY CHANGE,
BUT THE GAME, THE GAME IT STAYS THE SAME,
OH LOVE, WE WANT THE ONES THAT WE WILL GROW TO HATE, TO HATE.
You and Me at Six
I guess that’s where they’ve got us. We can’t afford to give a shit anymore. Mom’s working two jobs cause dad’s factory closed down. The middle class is dead. And in its place is a growing gap between the filthy rich and the desperately poor. Somehow we’ve all been misdirected. Someone along the way told us we’d be happy if we had that new dress, or that that cellphone is all you’ll ever need. Somewhere along the line our pursuit for happiness became a scramble for a flatscreen. All the while completely missing the fucking point and being left with a big gaping hole where your true sense of fulfillment should be.