Hi! Do you remember blogs? Well, this used to be one. Now it just serves as an archive for my multiple Twitter accounts.
I didn’t make much of my childhood. I didn’t make much of my adolescence. (Except that I wasn’t a an infant star. I haven’t had all those benefits. I haven’t got my nose into coke either, but, well, if it’s a requisite of wealth, I’ll start anytime.) Extending your adolescence crisis through your entire life, to make up for lost time, is fine when you can afford it. But you can’t.
Oh, but it’s not my fault anyway. The media and other multinational companies are making sure nobody grows up anymore. How much time does decadence take? I always thought the downfall of a society would span at least a few centuries. But maybe not—maybe it’s more like 40 years. Late 1960s, the western world discovers that leisure is more interesting that work. Late 2000s, the western world is annihilated by World War III.
And I’m not even gonna spend those last years having fun.
(Can you see now why I haven’t blogged that much lately?)