...And acting towards a simpler detachment.

"People's hollowness still depresses me but my anxiety ebbs as something as permanent as tree rings displaces it." 

The former promise of humans has arrived at a decidedly unpromising future and the illusion of shared goals has compromised civilization since its dawn. As far as any lasting sense of community or its legacy is concerned, the abundance of third-wheels, moochers and disembodied beggars has come through like any adequate handicap. From humble creatures with precious little intellect and a treasureful of drive, the species now clings to every inconvenience and deficit until despair, suicide and acceptance like death-warmed-over are the only options remaining and we acquiesce to be polite. 

The helpless populations that endured the sorrow inspired by fascist regimes and the oddity of serial-killers in yesteryears now finds itself outdone by grief inspired by body-issues and lonely frustration and the sheer ubiquity of the overprivileged, hateful men that English/American society has tolerated for as long as it/they have flown flags. What else... Most progress in the last twenty years has been in undoing the subhuman standards and policies established by dictators, fiends & interlopers while masquerading as leaders of the people. Whether the object of study is medicine, compensation for labor or even things as ephemeral as cinema, music or commercial advertising, elitist powers use their influence to whip, cajole and terrorize every prole and student until they agree to serve the interest of that ungodly empire. 

I have just about every premonition this country should stall in paralysis, surrender to ego-depletion or merely relinquish their identities, "knowing better", and following in the soulless path of their ancestors. Hope for an alternative creeps out a little further with every retirement of the sun. I kiss the invisible dice clutched in my hand, paying meager respects to the strange forces that delivered me here. 

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