subject: invariable inconsistencies
time: 1:38pm
music: dead things - emiliana torrini
mood: academia
whether we are existentialist or marxist or whether we believe it was the scientific revolution that changed the world, or whether we will ever find true love, the state of the world today has engineered human nature a sycophant to the capitalistic society in which we live out our daily lives. that is to say, the new age homo sapiens thrive on self-infliction. in every country and culture with a developed economic structure people benefit from screwing over others. the corporate age has set the stage for international business; most significantly making use of less developed nations for expansion and cheap labor.
i don't care what anybody has to say about the ethos of globalization, because the fact is that... it is inevitable. therefore, we should stop basking ourselves in this seemingly intrepid notion that one can actually do something to deter its progress, because it's not going to happen. the rhetorical analysis of hegemonic ideologies of the ontological discourses of upmarket continentalism is the result of commodified falsified studies of polysemic cultural studies in order to be epistemologically and discursively significant for the systematic construction of the new theoretical paradigm of intertextual amnesia.
that's not to say i'm totally game for it, i'm just saying that there are too many people out there spending a ridiculous amount of their time arguing and bitching about the things they already know aren't going to change and spend far less of their efforts applying themselves towards the areas where they can actually make a difference.
its a strange albeit familiar phenomena. i have issues. one that vacillates me to refurbish that state of mind i just traded in for a timeless spaceless zone where there are only objects and no names, people and no faces, melodies and no songs, words and no languages, where the light skips across the surface of things. where i can exist detached from everything basked only in pretty sounds of silence. "well hello darkness, my old friend!" -E.T.
