humanity, after years of patient craftmanship, has been spiked with cognitive koolaide, and now cares more about cyrus miley than climate change.

i feel like we are trying to wake up from a hypnagogic state during which our wills have been hijacked into auto-lesionism.

the horror of what we have allowed to happen is dawning on us, and making many want to burrow back deeper into the unconsciousness that permitted this all to happen.

as for the movie, i haven't seen it, because my heart is already breaking, and the fact of some genius photographer burning all this fossil fuel to take pictures of the wonders of our planet so we can cry bigger tears... well, i already know how beautiful this planet is, and my tears already threaten to flood the world, as daily i see the madness continue, and notwithstanding the amazing intelligence and vision we humans are blessed with, we are chained in the galleys on a ship of fools heading for the reef of reality, which the drunken captain is playing with his new rolex up on deck and swigging from his tanqueray bottle.

fuck...

'The history of public debt is full of irony. It rarely follows our ideas of order and justice.' Thomas Piketty