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Distantly I watched myself awake in a strange yet familiar place. A distinctly un-grey place, somewhere between white and black.
I yawned out of boredom as I watched my tired self rise from an unrestful slumber and slip into an even more tired regime.
"It is in creating machines to engineer development, that we have surrendered our freedoms." I told myself in a quite literal fashion.
"Our own invention has superceeded us, both in concept and in practise. The master has become the slave."
I listened to myself speak in a steady, almost patronising tone, and then continued on my way to work.
I'm a banker or a lawyer or an insurance salesmen or any other given generic soul-dimming white collar job.
I tell myself that I will break free of all of this one day, but I don't listen. Revolution is but a dream.
"Our children are not sons and daughters, but nuclear weaponry and expresso coffees."
I tell myself not to be so stupid, so vaguely and bizarrely metaphorical.
"Convenience living for an enslaved generation." I begin to sound like Marx.
"Bring me my hammer and sickle and dig me my shallow grave." - I stop listening at this point.
I watch myself eat my film-packaged lunch and drink my single-serving of tea and slip back into the hard-back swivel chair that comes in two colours at Ikea.
"Digital coding is this generations cholera or plague or smallpox. We take out healthplans for our technology but not our grandparents."
"Sooner upgrade our tiresome processor rather than feed the starving masses." A selfish generation devoted to a greater cause.
I watch myself hear, digest and accept every little word I say, then I watch myself do nothing about it.
I yawned out of boredom as I watched my tired self rise from an unrestful slumber and slip into an even more tired regime.
"It is in creating machines to engineer development, that we have surrendered our freedoms." I told myself in a quite literal fashion.
"Our own invention has superceeded us, both in concept and in practise. The master has become the slave."
I listened to myself speak in a steady, almost patronising tone, and then continued on my way to work.
I'm a banker or a lawyer or an insurance salesmen or any other given generic soul-dimming white collar job.
I tell myself that I will break free of all of this one day, but I don't listen. Revolution is but a dream.
"Our children are not sons and daughters, but nuclear weaponry and expresso coffees."
I tell myself not to be so stupid, so vaguely and bizarrely metaphorical.
"Convenience living for an enslaved generation." I begin to sound like Marx.
"Bring me my hammer and sickle and dig me my shallow grave." - I stop listening at this point.
I watch myself eat my film-packaged lunch and drink my single-serving of tea and slip back into the hard-back swivel chair that comes in two colours at Ikea.
"Digital coding is this generations cholera or plague or smallpox. We take out healthplans for our technology but not our grandparents."
"Sooner upgrade our tiresome processor rather than feed the starving masses." A selfish generation devoted to a greater cause.
I watch myself hear, digest and accept every little word I say, then I watch myself do nothing about it.
Black Glove wrote:
> I thought it was a critique of a self-obsessed, materialistic society
> and the apathy of pessimism/cynicism.
Yep, basically it was.
> If not not then bubububububububu.
>
> Where the quotes from other places?
Nope I made them up, they're probably subliminally based on Marx/Bolshevik texts and Palahniuk quotes though.
> I thought it was a critique of a self-obsessed, materialistic society
> and the apathy of pessimism/cynicism.
Yep, basically it was.
> If not not then bubububububububu.
>
> Where the quotes from other places?
Nope I made them up, they're probably subliminally based on Marx/Bolshevik texts and Palahniuk quotes though.
I thought it was a critique of a self-obsessed, materialistic society and the apathy of pessimism/cynicism.
If not not then bubububububububu.
Where the quotes from other places?
If not not then bubububububububu.
Where the quotes from other places?
Interesting...
(isn't that what someone says when they don't know quite what else to say?)
ok...great idea, reminded me of Fight Club, but more subtle. Thought the character was going to become one of those strange tramps at some point, shouting in the street.
A few bits at the start didn't quite work, but then it got in to the swing of things.
(isn't that what someone says when they don't know quite what else to say?)
ok...great idea, reminded me of Fight Club, but more subtle. Thought the character was going to become one of those strange tramps at some point, shouting in the street.
A few bits at the start didn't quite work, but then it got in to the swing of things.
Distantly I watched myself awake in a strange yet familiar place. A distinctly un-grey place, somewhere between white and black.
I yawned out of boredom as I watched my tired self rise from an unrestful slumber and slip into an even more tired regime.
"It is in creating machines to engineer development, that we have surrendered our freedoms." I told myself in a quite literal fashion.
"Our own invention has superceeded us, both in concept and in practise. The master has become the slave."
I listened to myself speak in a steady, almost patronising tone, and then continued on my way to work.
I'm a banker or a lawyer or an insurance salesmen or any other given generic soul-dimming white collar job.
I tell myself that I will break free of all of this one day, but I don't listen. Revolution is but a dream.
"Our children are not sons and daughters, but nuclear weaponry and expresso coffees."
I tell myself not to be so stupid, so vaguely and bizarrely metaphorical.
"Convenience living for an enslaved generation." I begin to sound like Marx.
"Bring me my hammer and sickle and dig me my shallow grave." - I stop listening at this point.
I watch myself eat my film-packaged lunch and drink my single-serving of tea and slip back into the hard-back swivel chair that comes in two colours at Ikea.
"Digital coding is this generations cholera or plague or smallpox. We take out healthplans for our technology but not our grandparents."
"Sooner upgrade our tiresome processor rather than feed the starving masses." A selfish generation devoted to a greater cause.
I watch myself hear, digest and accept every little word I say, then I watch myself do nothing about it.
I yawned out of boredom as I watched my tired self rise from an unrestful slumber and slip into an even more tired regime.
"It is in creating machines to engineer development, that we have surrendered our freedoms." I told myself in a quite literal fashion.
"Our own invention has superceeded us, both in concept and in practise. The master has become the slave."
I listened to myself speak in a steady, almost patronising tone, and then continued on my way to work.
I'm a banker or a lawyer or an insurance salesmen or any other given generic soul-dimming white collar job.
I tell myself that I will break free of all of this one day, but I don't listen. Revolution is but a dream.
"Our children are not sons and daughters, but nuclear weaponry and expresso coffees."
I tell myself not to be so stupid, so vaguely and bizarrely metaphorical.
"Convenience living for an enslaved generation." I begin to sound like Marx.
"Bring me my hammer and sickle and dig me my shallow grave." - I stop listening at this point.
I watch myself eat my film-packaged lunch and drink my single-serving of tea and slip back into the hard-back swivel chair that comes in two colours at Ikea.
"Digital coding is this generations cholera or plague or smallpox. We take out healthplans for our technology but not our grandparents."
"Sooner upgrade our tiresome processor rather than feed the starving masses." A selfish generation devoted to a greater cause.
I watch myself hear, digest and accept every little word I say, then I watch myself do nothing about it.