Because we’re so out of our minds with desperation, we don’t know any better.
All we know is fake fodder and buying shit.
That’s how we speak to each other, how we express ourselves, is buying shit.
What, I have a dream? The peak of our dreams is a new app for our Dopple, it doesn’t exist!
It’s not even there! We buy shit that’s not even there.
Show us something real and free and beautiful. You couldn’t. Yeah?
It’d break us. We’re too numb for it. I might as well choke.
It’s only so much wonder we can bear.
When you find any wonder whatsoever, you dole it out in meagre portions.
Only then until it’s augmented, packaged, and pumped through 10000 pre-assigned filters till it’s nothing more than a meaningless series of lights, while we ride day in day out, going where? Powering what? All tiny cells and tiny screens and bigger cells and bigger screens and fuck you!

Black Mirror

If you were preaching revolution, well, they’d be something.
But you were not, because that requires courage and a mindset.
And what have you got?
Who are you?
What are you for?

black mirror

Andy Goldsworthy

Andy Goldsworthy