on the irrationality of a society heading towards its demise.
As a crack of thunder briefly wakes us from a dream we find
ourselves in a nightmare. Falling to earth and living for
the moment. Fiddling with ourselves while Rome burns,
gassing about our emissions. Knowing we can't do
right for doing wrong we slip back into a torpid
stupor and do nothing. Far easier, keep warm,
head down, keep quiet, sleepy, warm, sleepy,
calm, sleep. I'm no better than anyone else.
Narcolepsy isn't an illness, it's a cure.
if you're doing nothing wrong