Seattle

singing is some kind of illegal apparently, especially when your song is better than all the part time schleps scuttling around like busy body ants, climbing all on top of each other. I didn't meet a single kind soul in Seattle, among thousands of people, not a one, maybe slightly a barista who was getting paid to be kind, but that is about it.

It has come to my attention that very few people are having genuine experiences anymore. The reason being that the people seem so wrapped up in materiality and the grotesque pursuits that they have long ago given up their humanity for a Nokia phone, for a white picket fence, for a disasterous marriage; that people are giving up their souls not for safety, security, or even love, but for the base disambiguous concretia of urban banality.

What people don't realize is that a Mercedes isn't going to save them in a car accident, that a college education isn't going to prepare themselves for the trials and tribulations of married life, and that a steady job isn't going to keep food prices and gasoline from soaring through the roof.

People have a real problem. That problem is that they are generally trying to get other people to do something for them, whether it be growing food on a corporate pesticide strewn farm, or raising their children instead of letting the television do it for them. This is a disgusting way of life, this is the way of life people have picked over kindness, compassion, love, and all the genuine experiences that make life truely worth living.

It is a vicious circle; you lose your soul and its hard to stop losing it. But at the least, if you feel pain when you're loosing parts of your soul due to various machinations, you still know that you have one left.

"But I don't weep,
do you?"