(no subject)
Looking over this town, it's such a curious thing.
It feels a bit as if we would all be like the Joad family. Leaving our own homes, not by choice, but by forces beyond us, all of us moving, working, trying to find something better.
Taking the homes that others have already left behind, doing our best to make do with them, underneath that boiling shadow of how much we want the old ways back.
No one can fault someone for that want. The change is always abrupt, unwelcome, and to be left behind by it feels quite insulting.
Steinbeck, you really had a grasp for depression, didn't you?
Still, you always made sure to keep a small ray of optimism right at the edge. The chance for change.
It feels a bit as if we would all be like the Joad family. Leaving our own homes, not by choice, but by forces beyond us, all of us moving, working, trying to find something better.
Taking the homes that others have already left behind, doing our best to make do with them, underneath that boiling shadow of how much we want the old ways back.
No one can fault someone for that want. The change is always abrupt, unwelcome, and to be left behind by it feels quite insulting.
Steinbeck, you really had a grasp for depression, didn't you?
Still, you always made sure to keep a small ray of optimism right at the edge. The chance for change.