“Vicariously I…Live while the whole world dies…”
I try to avoid the news. It has the annoying habit of slapping my optimism in the face.
Here I am trying to write a joyful paen to human-society-as-communication and what do I get from mainstream media sources?
Dissapointment that the recent bridge collapse wasn’t as deadly as first thought.
Of course, none of them will come out ans say that they’re bummed about this. That would be a little too honest and forthright. Instead, it’s an inescapable conclusion of attitude and body language and the look in their eyes.
Be glad, you fucks, that you’ll never have to worry about running into me at a party when I’ve had a few too many beers. Disgusting pigs who can’t break through their own cocoons to see those dead as fathers and sons and mothers and sisters who will never come home always look like they need an ass whipping when I’ve had a few too many.
Be happy, fucks.
