Let us raise our glasses; To a life filled with choices, In a world where barriers to trade, communication and instant gratification are null, and void. Where the fleeting clarity of our existence is quick, to mar itself in hollow fears as we scramble for the switch.
Here is the paradox of an age where extreme narcissism can sour to anxious insecurities at the mercy of the clicks and swipes of fluorescent strangers, Sitting on their couches, living out their mundanities, flaunting their mediocrities and, exalting in their fabricated existence.
Oh yes, how we scour our aesthetic selves and let the souls rot. Interconnected to false deities as we plague ourselves With degrading stabs at a meaningful existence.
And here we sit staring out instead of looking in. Clutching absently praying, pleading, grovelling, grasping for For? More? Click, swipe, ding. SIRI. Faces stare off into a place they would rather be – Someplace where endless possibilities exist without pursuit – Where the pop star lives without depth, glorifying the bitches and the hoes and Where the latest you tube sensation skyrockets to a million views. here lies our Pixelated representations of human value.
Yes here, REALITY sits in a painful disparity. To the choices offered. Opportunities suffered. And the hopes and ambitions that have no grounding when compounding in the somewhat astounding sentiment of society surrounding.