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     Something is wrong. Something is very wrong. I don't mean the cold days of May, colder still than the spring days in my native country. It's freezing outside, socially. In this world of consumerist abundance, created by hands, flesh and blood of those rendered invisible, the majority suffers a terrible apathy. Nothing really matters, to them. They can buy everything, even affections. At least, they do think so. But friendship is terribly shallow on this planet Money. Where's commitment? Commitment to thoughts, dreams, ideals? Where's devotion? Millions are overfed against their will. Millions are starving. They are not just some folks starving, dying. They are individuals with thoughts. Intelligent minds. Wasted. Just for some others to live in abundance, thoughtlessly devouring glamor TV shows, no compassion, no character, no lives on their own. 

 

Where's the rain to wash them all away like dust, like dead hair?

 

~ 21.05.13 ~

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