The unreal is more powerful than the real, because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. Because it's only intangible ideas, concept, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on.
I see all this potential, and I see us squandering it. God damn it,
an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white
collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we
hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of
history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great
Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is
our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day
we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't.
And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed
off.
The unreal is more powerful than the real. Because nothing is as perfect as you can image it.
Because it's only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last.
Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die.
Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken.
"Everyone thinks their whole life should be at least as much fun as masturbation."
We can spend our lives letting the world tell us who we are. Sane or insane. Saints or sex addicts. Heros or victims. Letting history tell us how good or bad we are.
Letting our past decide our future.
Or we can decide for ourselves.
And maybe it's our job to invent something better.