Backwards

I am living in a backwards colony. A colony of people who do not care to see, speak, touch, or feel. A place where art has been bludgeoned to death with a hammer. No more music with heart, no more writing with care. Observation has been tossed swiftly out of the window. Sure we get around and we may be lucky enough to have some friends and beers, smiles and families but what does that mean? When did the quest for knowledge and experience get over ruled by laziness and lack of inhibition? There has got to be something wrong with a generation of our young growing up idolizing apathetic floozies on a stage. Walking around in skirts hiked up to their ass cheeks. Complete, inelegantly with multicolored make up smeared grotesquely across their faces. Waiting around shopping malls or bus stations, bars and clubs for a quick one night stand. Plugging their brains into computer monitors and exploiting their personal lives all over the Internet in belief that a society like this should be 'normal'. This society is significantly far from normal. I cannot help but be beside myself when a civilization of people so obviously defective will rape, destroy, beat, injure, corrupt, kill, set ablaze or commit suicide for a form of currency exchange that the people propagated amongst themselves in the first place. Products of our own demise. Enslaved to a dream that will infinitely be out of reach. We are all predisposed to shrug the notion off now. The primary fact that we as people deemed all of these sociological traits as advantageous. Money, Time, Loans, Debts, Prisons, Poverty, Religion, Crime, Corruption, Racism, Violence... Its ALL our fault. Although we are more content to neglect the certainty. We are all to blame.