We all just want to live in a wasteland. We are growing tired of possessions and what it takes to possess them. We are growing tired of living faster than before, because life is becoming a little bit less productive as we move along. We can’t deal with our bodies, we can’t deal with our desires, we can’t deal with our hunger – anymore. We are rabid and we have no clue what for. And somehow moving forward grabbing whatever we can to keep us hanging on. Like going against the flow in an overflowing river and clinging to the knots in the rope. Letting our palms bleed on the rope, the blood washed away in the river, just as long as we can hold on.
We all just want to live in a wasteland where responsibility will become insignificant. Where consequence is irrelevant. Where my actions and my decisions do not matter. We want to be insignificant. There is nothing about ourselves we like anymore. We don’t want to be ourselves. We just want to be. Existence is survival and survival has become an inappropriate lifestyle. We look good, we feel good, we buy. Nothing is good enough. Everything needs to be incredible. Our expectations are skyrocketing and our dreams are without a ceiling. We just want to fly. We just want to be all, yet not too important at all.
Let us all move to a wasteland where nothing grows. Survival will be a constant hunt of the last surviving thing. Where the best thrive simply because they can. Where the individual means nothing. Where identities are foggy and so we forget about being different. Where we are all the same and we are all dying slowly. We are all insignificant. We are all a part of that wasteland. Slowly rotting away, biding our time, becoming nothing.
Let us all move to a wasteland where we are nothing. Let us become animals, living, breathing but not being too much else. Let’s switch off our minds. Let’s stop competing, comparing, making, manufacturing, tracking, racking, fracking, backing, lacking, sacking, cracking.
Take us to live in a wasteland.