After some time it begins to become unreal to you. The things you saw, the things you did, the people you met. And the people that died. You begin to wonder if it was ever real. Years can go by, and you can pretend that it never happened, but it never gets any easier.
Chuck Palahniuk posed the idea that self destruction was a viable alternative to living a life of quiet desperation. Maybe there is some truth to that, maybe some great disconnect is apparent between what we have always wanted not to be and what we inevitably are becoming: but what that is I don't have eyes to see.
The Baby Boomers took the reins of the empire their parents built, and they expanded it to the detriment of future generations. They built and used and burned out their legacy, and we will inherit the ashes. If we should live so long. Everything you've been told is a lie. This is the only life you will ever have, and the time we waste is the stuff that it is made of. We are only time, and we haven't much of it.
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