If you ever need an escape, just fade away.
Who are we? What are we here for, and why do we live, breathe, eat, sleep, fuck and kill?
How do these numerous dull moments make any of the excitement more enjoyable? Why does
the looming idea of death create a desperate need for identity and recognition?
In some sick way, we are all secretly searching out our own immortality. Not in the fictional sense,
because as far as we know, nothing can exist forever. We are desperate to be remembered, and in
the way that immortality has found certain world leaders or celebrities, perhaps it too can find us.
Our memories and our actions might possibly reach beyond our graves and beyond our families thoughts,
and find themselves on the pages of a book, in the depths of the internet, or on the screen of some movie theater.
Is this the only thing that matters now? Fame. Money. Recognition.
It would seem that way. It would seem that with all the questions left to be asked or answered, everything pales
in comparison to a shot at the spotlight. A chance to be recognized. Nothing matters anymore, except the unimportant.
We are a populace hell bent on taking the easy way out. There is no effort, only conformity and consumerism.
Weight loss, intelligence gains, and internet recognition can all be bought with a click. We even defy our births by
modifying ourselves, trying to become an image of perfection; or as perfect as we can be when our face is held
up against any modern celebrity.
A world where you can buy a new pair of tits and a bigger ass to compensate for your lack of depth, or personality
- and why wouldn't you? Look at all of our supposed role models. All these dime a dozen celebrities with no substance,
and no relevance beyond how hot they are and who they fucked for their leaked sex tapes.
Welcome to the end. Welcome to 9am-5pm, or 5am-9pm. Welcome to working hard and falling behind. Say hello to
the tax man and the withering, the travesty of warfare and the gas prices rising in time for every summer season.
As the sun sets, closing out each day, you will gear up for the next sunrise and do approximately the same thing.
This deja vu carousel, where we wake, work and sleep; praying for a vacation getaway, to forget our troubles
for just one week.
So work hard. Get ahead. Take your earnings and spend them on necessities, and the unnecessary. Consume,
because it is the path that was chosen for you; for us all. Stay in line, and when your wallet doesn't have the means,
support your addictions with your credit line. Interest rates only serve the interests of those who hold the power,
and when it comes to being powerless, well - that's what we're here for.
They are the engineers. We are the machines.