I feel exhausted every day.
Friendliness is used as fuel to affirm narcissistic intellectualism.
What is the opposite of self projection, self depreciation?
This city is addicted to weed,
That sharp calming hit where the colors pop out. The coils around the psyche unravel as it disperses.
I see it entrance everyone around me. My controversial idea, that identity politics is a distraction, that we can't forget the past, and we have to unite for the future and our difference in thought only gives us a stronger perspective.
I get an uneasy chill seeing a pastel glaze in their eyes. I hear pink floyd playing in their headphones put on pause and they look at me and ask me to repeat what I was saying.
So I tell them that the moon is 100 degrees celcius during day and the van allen belts exists. "Must of been hot during the moon landing, haha."
"Oh you're a flat-earther huh? Anti abortion?"
"...No."
I could understand if I wanted...the american dream is dead. But I don't want to believe our culture is.
The diversity and crossover of thought is much greater than they'd leave you to believe. At least I want to hope so. But the pastel is almost its own religion. The bricks are now compartmentalized into subdivisions of tiny little bricks. Like a tidal wave of information and I'm just a drop in the ocean, and even worse, no one is even looking at the sea. They're too focused on paying rent or the asshole next to them.
But I won't give up, anyway.