There's a pervasive, bleak and hopeless world view shared by some of my generation.
Crass consumerism masquerading as a genuine sub culture, walking around with tights pants, pre-worn-out sneakers, fake, marketed, designer, hand-me-down sweaters look scarier than anything I've seen in a Romero movie.
People are lost. Sometimes, I look at a person, dead behind the eyes, and they remind me of children, mesmerized by something shiny. The media have become the perfect purveyors of shiny things, and we are the media.
Will there be another recession, or worse, depression? What will the next pandemic be? Global, widespread and violent protests? London? Our city's infrastructure is falling apart? New taxes? Less taxes? Vaccines for all? Massive transfer of wealth from the many to the few? Faked data, propagandistic media reports in the guise of information? Takeovers of countries in the guise of revolution? Will and Jada are breaking up? Kim got married?
This is what happens when we stop thinking for ourselves, compartmentalize our thinking and assign experts to look after those compartments. In the blink of an eye, your common sense is dismissed, you are not an expert.
A young couple with 2 salaries can't afford a decent house in Montreal.
Pandas still won't fuck.
