Here's a little thing I came up with a few months ago - 5 to be precise... it doesn't feel that long ago now, where does the time go?
I called it Humanity Street: Episode One and decided it would be a good chance to give out about whatever is on my mind at that particular moment and do so in a semi-coherent fashion
"But, Killerwot." I hear you ask. "I've been following you for a while and you only create non-coherent messy posts about whatever's on your mind. You're the human equivalent of a spam folder. The disgusting gunk I pull from my fingernails after cleaning my toilet, in human form, how is this different?"
First of all.
- Thank you for such gracious compliments.
- This type of post is different, because of the title with a number beside it. Duh.
The topic I decided to speak about today, is our environment. No, not that pretty green stuff that we all love to use as our planetary waste ground.
Our actual living environment, our homes, housing estates, villages, towns and cities. These concrete jungles if you will. These open prisons if you will.
These aboveground catacombs that we get lost in sometimes, only to dream of running for the hills and communing with nature.
"Get on with it!"
Thanks for the reminder, I tend to get a little lost sometimes while trying to clear my head.
The Potential For Utopia
We really do live in an advanced world, technologically, and medically, I mean, I know our Philosophical advancements declined a few thousand years ago but we're still doing okay. Aren't we?
No, we're not doing okay. Everything is shit, and we all hate it and the only thing we can hope for is a place of our own with a window big enough to peek out and see what all that noise is, "Not those lads with the speaker again playing their hip-hop." You might complain. "Come on lads, forget it, you're not in the ghetto, you're in a housing estate surrounded by pensioners." You might mutter while staring at them.
What's the point of all this?
We ruin everything. That's a blanket statement, and it is damn true and covers all bases. Think of something, anything, and ask yourself, is that thing good or bad? Got your answer? Now ask if individuals ruined it, I bet they did.
Look at housing estates. I hear this statement thrown around a lot. "It's state-of-the-art!." Okay? What does that mean? "It's got all the mod cons!" Okay? What does that mean? "It's new, it's good, buy it quick before someone else does!" Damn, I better buy it, I hear it's built by modern cons!
A housing estate goes in, and people come from far and wide to live there, in all the pictures it looks great and then a few years later it looks a mess. Did 'The man' come in and ruin it, the government, the system bro? No, the man was out on the piss that weekend, the government is too busy bickering about how best to fill the pockets of themselves and their cronies, and the system is a fantasy, created so we have someone to blame for our shit lives and the fact that we haven't, and won't achieve anything.
You did it! There's no boogeyman dancing his way into your neighbourhood breaking stuff and making it damn near uninhabitable; You are! Your neighbours are! We as a collective are!
On an individual level, we destroy everything. That's why parks have writing everywhere, the swings got broken and there are syringes at the end of the slide. The man didn't come and do it, Bill Shambles down the road did while on his way back from the pub. Also, don't slide down that thing, I saw him at the top of it taking a piss, so the whole thing is covered in urine too, and I've never seen a sani-man disinfect this place, so better just to give it a miss.
Look at new buildings, they look all sleek, shiny, and, well, new. But give it time and that white concrete will turn grey while the owners try to scrub a new batch of graffiti off them.
We could be in a utopia, but we're not. It's because of us as a species; we have developed in such a way that boredom leads to destruction. Ever hear the old timers say, "Ideal hands are the devil's playthings." Well, it's true, but let's not get all dogmatic about it, let's not lie about the red man anymore, because it's not the devil, it's you, me, he, and she, we're the ones who use those ideal hands as our own playthings and while we may not find endless amusement out of destroying stuff, it fills the time between now and having to go home for dinner.
I used to think that the government is the problem, but I'm starting to believe now that they have been given way too much credit. It's us, and I mean us as in the lovely rebel without a cause who pissed on the slide, and the CEO who found out fucking people over is more profitable. We're all to blame as individuals and it's all our fault that the world isn't a better place. The idea of the government, the man, or the system, is the same abstract concept that created the devil in the first place; a fictional boogeyman, who can be blamed for all the bad in the world, which saves us from having to look in the mirror as a species.
With a world of information in our pockets, there is no excuse to be bored. To learn, grow, and create. Sadly, we don't, not all of us anyway, the few who do want/ try to create, get their lives disrupted by the majority. The bad crowd corrupts the individual.
We are legion, and we are many.
Disclaimer: The thoughts and feelings expressed in this post are not necessarily the thoughts and feelings of Killerwot, this is just how he felt while writing it, and sometimes his mind can change faster than his dirty socks, I mean, let's hope so anyway.
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