Thursday, July 09, 2015

I see a lot of dead time underground, everybody insulated, disconnected, earbuds in their heads and lost in thought. Many playing time-killing and soul-consuming games. Crushing candy. If they had no choice, if some tyrant were standing above them, it would appear to be the worst kind of oppression; an outrage. But they’re doing it freely.

We are our own judges, our own executioners, and our own slave drivers.