Don't You Forget About Me
"That which feeds me also destroys me"
Dear Dr.Stein,
As part of our mandated corporate therapy with all management level employees, I am writing 'regular' reflection logs to you in lieu of my experiences both professionally and personally. In the few months that I have been here, (I hesitate to go into detail as my memory is a muddled mess between dreamscape and reality) I have noticed my obsession with lights.
Primarily, the focus is on city lights at night. The Manhattan skyline is the most beautiful view, definitely better than two hookers exposed ass in midair waiting for you to plow them deep and hard. There is so much promise and yet such impersonal dejection to be felt from this scene that is both appealing and off-putting all at once.
These lights affirm me in some way. The lights in the skyline that belong to corporations that shake and move the world spread out in front of me-- these lights, on display for me-- let me know I am a contender in the American Dream as shallow and naive and non realistic as it sounds.
This environment was never meant for living, it was meant for sacrifice of self for the benefit of the corporation. You do not move to Manhattan to stand out, but merely to drift amongst the others hoping the next level to come.
You know that song- Meant to Live- by Switchfoot? Bullshit. My friend Richard nailed this one on the head. We weren't meant to live for anything more than what is in front of us. Birth, education, work, family, retirement, death. Yet somehow, the warm glow of the lights let's me know I'm not alone even if I am standing in the dark.
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This city is life, it is death.
It surrounds you, leaves you empty.
It never sleeps, is never attentive.
Road less traveled, highly doubtful.
The gods and goddesses rule the world.
Dream big, though there is no time for those plans.
Dear Dr.Stein,
As part of our mandated corporate therapy with all management level employees, I am writing 'regular' reflection logs to you in lieu of my experiences both professionally and personally. In the few months that I have been here, (I hesitate to go into detail as my memory is a muddled mess between dreamscape and reality) I have noticed my obsession with lights.
Primarily, the focus is on city lights at night. The Manhattan skyline is the most beautiful view, definitely better than two hookers exposed ass in midair waiting for you to plow them deep and hard. There is so much promise and yet such impersonal dejection to be felt from this scene that is both appealing and off-putting all at once.
These lights affirm me in some way. The lights in the skyline that belong to corporations that shake and move the world spread out in front of me-- these lights, on display for me-- let me know I am a contender in the American Dream as shallow and naive and non realistic as it sounds.
This environment was never meant for living, it was meant for sacrifice of self for the benefit of the corporation. You do not move to Manhattan to stand out, but merely to drift amongst the others hoping the next level to come.
You know that song- Meant to Live- by Switchfoot? Bullshit. My friend Richard nailed this one on the head. We weren't meant to live for anything more than what is in front of us. Birth, education, work, family, retirement, death. Yet somehow, the warm glow of the lights let's me know I'm not alone even if I am standing in the dark.
--
This city is life, it is death.
It surrounds you, leaves you empty.
It never sleeps, is never attentive.
Road less traveled, highly doubtful.
The gods and goddesses rule the world.
Dream big, though there is no time for those plans.