You pull out hairs with your teeth, the arrows hit the cork with a thump. I try to think of something to say, but nothing comes out. I call myself an 'effective communicator' but I stammer over my words.
The New Great Depression sinks in, and I realise that everyone else goes through it! It has happened to you too: Once you were young and carefree but... like a stinging slap to the cheek- reality sets in. Young, qualified, yet still no prospects. You read about famous individuals, intelligent individuals, successful individuals and it dawns on you that you could make something of your life. But will you? Not with this syntax.
Isn't it funny how easy it is to read an inspiring quote, think "Wow, that's deep, maybe I can change myself for the better" then turn around and keep fucking your life up, over and over again. For example intrepid reader: "Be brave. Take risks. Nothing can substitute experience." (Paulo Coelho) So what risks should I take? Follow my dreams? Do you even know what my dreams are?
My dreams are shallow: I want life's equivalent of a free lunch! To do absolutely nothing. To live in a wilderness on top of a hill, with nothing but trees to every horizon, absolutely nothing save the distant wisp of smoke from some other lonely soul. But I will never be lonely, because I have the moon. We all live under the same rock, spawn of planets colliding. Apt really, that no matter what your circumstances, your bank balance, race, creed, breed, species, anything, we stare up at the same moon. From the billionaire to the amphibian, same rock.
But my shallow dreams dreams are not important.
What is important however are the dreams of a collective society. The collective dreams of 700 lifetimes, the 6,000,000,000 consciences that are voluntary slaves to an insane idea of freedom.
Martin Adams is the bomb.
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