i think i'm in a dystopia song.
i've barely done anything in the past few days save for when my friends run an errand, and then it is only at night we leave the house, lounging and napping like cats all afternoon and emerging into the eighty degree weather after the sun has staged it's grand finale for the day. lately i don't want to show my face to that beaming nuisance anyhow, glaring down like a big obnoxious spotlight and giving me away. in the night you can slip by unnoticed without having to show your desperate expression to strangers, without having to exchange pleasantries and nod hellos.
there are no packs of crustytrainriders or bikepunkhipsters or newagehippies swarming the streets here with an air of superiority. the environment here is too hostile and despondent for that sort of nonsense, and it fits my recent mindset to a t. to add a few feelings i share with this city: tired, alone, lost. instead of the fore mentioned elitists (who i find to be more ridiculous at times than even wealthy businessmen, who at least admit they think they're better than everyone)the so-called underbelly of society is more apparent here, creeping in and out of alleyways like cockroaches, like a different species of human. prostitutes, drugdealers, methheads, gangsters, any combination of the above, creating their own version of reality so far removed from mine, but demanding a certain respect that i can't quite pin down.
as of late the landscape of my mind has striking similarities to the barren and dead landscape of this place, and i like sitting in the backseat of my friends (or maybe i should say saviors, i love you guys more than you know)truck, affectionately named esther, and watching endless strip malls, corporate franchises, and strategically placed palm trees whiz by; every block could be the one before, and the thought often crosses my mind that we're going in circles.
people roaming the streets here look out of place, like a skyscraper would in a forest. this is a land meant for machines, not living things and maybe one of the reasons i'm enjoying it so is that i can contribute my anger and consuming aloneness to the fact that i am in a place that it seems has been built solely on the basis of human excess and has blatantly left no room for the spirit of nature to roam. places like this create a new breed of human, or rather an inhuman, so far removed from the animals that we are. i have often looked at people wandering lost in this unforgiving metropolis, with less culture then any other city i have seen, or maybe the most purely american culture (they're both the same), and seen a glint of desperation somewhere below a hardened expression or a thick layer of makeup. nobody belongs here.
there are no packs of crustytrainriders or bikepunkhipsters or newagehippies swarming the streets here with an air of superiority. the environment here is too hostile and despondent for that sort of nonsense, and it fits my recent mindset to a t. to add a few feelings i share with this city: tired, alone, lost. instead of the fore mentioned elitists (who i find to be more ridiculous at times than even wealthy businessmen, who at least admit they think they're better than everyone)the so-called underbelly of society is more apparent here, creeping in and out of alleyways like cockroaches, like a different species of human. prostitutes, drugdealers, methheads, gangsters, any combination of the above, creating their own version of reality so far removed from mine, but demanding a certain respect that i can't quite pin down.
as of late the landscape of my mind has striking similarities to the barren and dead landscape of this place, and i like sitting in the backseat of my friends (or maybe i should say saviors, i love you guys more than you know)truck, affectionately named esther, and watching endless strip malls, corporate franchises, and strategically placed palm trees whiz by; every block could be the one before, and the thought often crosses my mind that we're going in circles.
people roaming the streets here look out of place, like a skyscraper would in a forest. this is a land meant for machines, not living things and maybe one of the reasons i'm enjoying it so is that i can contribute my anger and consuming aloneness to the fact that i am in a place that it seems has been built solely on the basis of human excess and has blatantly left no room for the spirit of nature to roam. places like this create a new breed of human, or rather an inhuman, so far removed from the animals that we are. i have often looked at people wandering lost in this unforgiving metropolis, with less culture then any other city i have seen, or maybe the most purely american culture (they're both the same), and seen a glint of desperation somewhere below a hardened expression or a thick layer of makeup. nobody belongs here.