<習作九>

The glum darkness floats in the room.

The sky is painted black even though it is still early.

And something is wrong. 

something is wrong with this generation.

with our narcissistic but blemished intelligence.

Tons of information.

Tons of facts.

But no one admits they are lost. 

What do we become once we know everything.once we are able to probe into the very depth of every thing.

Ominscience then is meaningless.

While knowing too much, we loose the basic human motive.

to find out what life means.

life means shit when the world, with its powerlessness, is unfolded from every angle.

like a frivolous joke to recount, to demonstrate, to contemplate.

there is nothing there anymore.

nothing to search for. nothing to desire.

an insipid state we are in.

we are in the plainest state this world can possibly offer.

coldness. apathy. disregard.

People are smothered to death in this wide open truth that nothing is ever going to be mysterious again. 

nothing remains secret.

We know fucking too much.

Innocence lost its price. Even ignorance is whithering and crying for one last chance.

Just reach out your hands and you get everything you want.

What kind of boredom we now live in.

so full of ourselves.

The sky is sky. The earth is earth.

People are people.

No one cares when things are stripped off every inch of their skin without pleasures.

We encroach upon what used to be subtle and sublime.

Yet, we loath ourselves more than ever. 

Because underneath the transparency, we spot, eventually, the pathetic essence that human beings are composed of.

Too much to bear. 

Too much to know.