We live in a world where sports athletes' motivation is still earning gold stars.
Musicians crave squiggly drawings, and soldiers blur the line between good and evil.
Where 1.5 million dollars can mean the difference between marrying the person you love and the person the state says you ought to love. Silly, green paper.
Where art is no longer an expression of self, but rather an expression of 3 letters: MTV.
Where manifesting by the uplifted hand can mean the damnation of a soul. I thought only god was allowed to do that!
Today, I resign.
I resign from my office of not quite being the norm, the morbid one, the psychonaut, the sub-threshold scizophrenic!
Because the voices in my head are telling me things. They tell me that J is a more phallic letter than G.
And You is a more important word than Me.
