We are living in a mythical land.
Every Doom and Gloom scenario, every Utopian Vision, and every
‘whaaassupp, Dude?’, stoner fantasy wrestle for attention in our minds.
And, amazingly, every viewpoint reaches equal footing on its path through the Democratizing Loom of US Culture.
We devour everything indiscriminently, spit much of it out, and study the droppings...just like our most primitive ancestors.
Yet, here we are, out on the Big Frontier...up shit creek without a paddle.
We are spread awfully thin...like polyethylene film trying to cover up the filthy creek.
We know we're not going anywhwere soon...gotta hide the caca.
It’s great that everybody gets their turn, buying ever cheaper versions of anything that catches on, experiencing 'The Good Life' at whatever level finances will allow.
Believe me, ya haven't lived until y've spent a few days sitting on old car seats around some trailer park or junkyard, with a bug zapper going off every few seconds, and an ice cold Mello Yello mixed with Grain Alcohol in one hand and a fistful of Cheetos in the other while discussing America and what it means to people.
The churning maelstrom of confusing info/data becomes easily digestible, sweet, creamy pablum as we pass it on.
All things considered, we still got it pretty damn good.
But, as usual, we've stayed too long at The Fair...now it’s time to pay the piper, clean up, and head for home.
Get your tail out from between your legs, lift your gaze, and stride purposefully.
It won't take long!
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