Meandering

“In my mind I often think of a state of Utopia in which all humans would be content and I suppose little girls will frolic around in pink clothes in gardens full of petunias and daffodils and pansies- no pun intended- and everything will be in sort of soft focus around us. Beautiful and alluring yet mystical in its own sweet way… a scene of happiness, in which all men will no longer fight wars but instead go around patting each other on the back for bringing their own significant contributions into what may be the perfect society that they live in.

Oh, and the temperature will always be just right so that no one would ever sweat…”



You may well imagine these to be the somewhat memoirs of a retard, social or actual or mechanical or spatial or general or psycho-analytical, I am not yet sure of myself. One thing I do know that I’ve always felt angry about lots of things.

There’d be no need to say things like “Oh look all around us now, there’s war and poverty and what not”… and of course its there... and once in a while there are people that do comment on such things and derive meaningful accounts and documentaries on how Effd up the world is, and how sorry everybody should feel…

Utopia being a socialist concept to begin with is the main problem… don’t you think? In this capitalist world that we live in… it now comes crashing down on me that individualism is in itself a capitalist concept…

… so then maybe I can change my mind about what I’m writing about… maybe I can say that I’ve never wanted Utopia all along , that I hate pansies and soft focus anyway…

Sharp as a blade, stupid as a chicken. A franchise logo nods in agreement.