Endless homogenous playlists humming in the background,
mindless reproductions of images that lose their power,
superficial reactions,
doing things in order to fit in,
lowering the bar again and again......
Everything becomes wallpaper.
Wake up. Where is your voice? Where are your genes? It's not enough that something looks good or sounds good. Don't let that fool you. That's not what love is.
This epidemic of mediocrity makes me want to vomit my brains out. It makes me want to give up. It's tedious and depressing.
When things stop feeling special, you are completely screwed.
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