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Eleanor Rigby's Revenge
Its early in the morning, 4:something am, on a Saturday and I find myself lost at a Vons in La Mesa, San Diego. A place I have never been to but have vaguely heard of. Now is the time of day where God and Satan will take their brake and the world will have to manage itself for a short moment.
Looking in any direction I fail to see any of the monuments of a day's existence; sun, moon, stars, or clouds. All signs to point to the lack of “passion” or for that matter sounds of car squeaks in the air. This chasm in the day is true perfection, because when you stop and think about it all perfection is imperfection. And as I sit here in a bench that makes me contemplate my hygiene, in perfection, I have an odd feeling that this maybe the time were all; werewolves, vampires, boogeymen, tooth fairies, and people employed by the sandman are punching out their time card.
Like I said earlier, I have no idea where I am. Actually that’s not accurate; I know where I am, I just don’t know where the place that I am at is. I know the name but who are these people? What is the story with the 16 century train across the street? How come people walk into this store but fail to come out? After contemplating everything from the buildings to the traffic lights It hit me, most people are in the same scenario. We all know were we are but we fail to know where that is. We are lost. We are depressed. We are sad. We are alone. Well in all fairness not the entire world is alone but 90% is a large chunk.
If you stop to think about it, it all adds up. Sail the strong oceans that are our nation’s freeways, see traffic in all lanes but the car pool lane(intended for 2 or more passengers). Lose yourself in time wasting sites(myspace) and see millions of posted messages like; “seeking fun”, “seeking excitement”, “im bored, I want to kill myself”, “seeking friends”, “someone talk to me!”, “help!!!” Walk into a coffee shop and see groups of lonely people who are all huddled in their own corner. Gander at the top songs of today and see the song about being alone/sad/lost by__________ is still on the top 10 favorites for three months now. I guess what this all comes down is the following:
● Generation Starbucks has made depression a cliche
● Most people are alone
● The sad truth is that everyone who is alone is not alone in being alone.
Half of the question is where are we? And the other half is were should we be? Indeed were should we be? Maybe love would answer this question. I mean its solved other questions has it not? But when we intend to find love is in others; family. friends, etc. ergo we all suffer the bullshit consequences of others. Has love failed then again? That wouldn’t be the first time and perhaps.
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God dosent answer his phone so stop trying to call him because you'll just get his machine.
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