I am weary of the masses.
of the places of the things of the activities of the drinks of the foods of the people
that are popular that are trending that are cool that are unique that are interesting
that are, “new”
I am wary of the multitude.
of the misplaced power in the perception of community
that is lacking any real depth, real connection, real “unity”
that at best, scratches the surface and at worst, totally distracts us
from the true work, the true change, the true collective.
I don’t want to chase the shiny objects, I don’t want the eye candy, I don’t want to feel clever and hip because because I do or have done the latest thing, because I know how to fill a room or because I have the most toys. so there.
I don’t really care about any of that. I don’t need to feel included. I don’t need approval. My life doesn’t depend on societies conditions of success.
not this societies at least.
Pay attention to what is next.
to what color, to what season, to what style, to what animal, to what word, to what dance move, to what place, to what thing is suddenly what everybody’s doing now.
This is our drug. Our collective addiction.
This is our prison. Our self created cage.
This is our illusion. Our mutual fraud.
And its time to come clean.
I’m ready. And I’ve been ready for a long long time.