Ephemeral kack

Fascinating. I just tripped into the "merchants of cool" interview, which was a wander off the path, a falling into the sea, and immediately fixated on the section of the interview that speaks the the causal and growing rift between adult and teen: "These days it's just because they [adults] don't have time [to understand the teen generation]. They're time poor. And it's intimidating".

It is scary — losing time, time slipping away, being time poor. I'm turning adult and I don't like it that much. My adult brain is too soaked up and wasted by the ephemeral kack called "working for a living". My attention span is shortening and my ability to think wildly open is closing.

Aldous Huxley is winning the dystopian bet. Life and living free, as constituted by logic, nation, and capitalism, and, yes, even socialism, is reduced to feed the machine we call real. A system's gross and/or control relies on this reality. But it's just one path we've carved deeper and deeper for centuries. It's a curious sphere that most people blissfully navigate in the grumpiest of ways. Why can't it be different? Better? And knowing more? Enlightening?

Why is doing it — life — another way not as real or valid? I am fascinated by the space between a living that is ethical and content, yet often monitarily poor, and a living where personality is reduced by a meted wage. It seems a no man's land.

I wish my state would cast me off to that island resting wildly outside of the Brave New World.