Why am I not surprised? Honestly, in my mind I’ve always had this impending sense of doom, like the world is already so overpopulated, disconnected, selfish and apocalypse-worthy.
So much of our culture is about sacrificing what was, and what could be, for what we can get now. Disposable people, disposable products, disposable world.
Maybe it all isn’t so bad. I’m having a great time in life right now! Been dating and enjoying the process of writing book #2, every time Sons of Anarchy comes on when I’m cuddling with a girl they always want sex! I think it’s the violence that turns them on.
Radiation in the ocean? Hey, as long as the beer is cold and the boobs perky, that’s someone else’s problem.
Now I’m waking up at 5 AM instead of going to bed. Had a very odd dream about an erotic encounter in a Canadian Tire.
I just got a 5-star review of my novel posted up on Amazon.ca:
“This book is the ‘Requiem for a Dream’ version of today’s ‘Romantic-Comedy’. The author vividly brings you into the life of a young man named Dylen, who lives in a dark world full of sex, booze and drugs. He is on a conquest to find love, while filling the empty void with vapid, shallow, yet gorgeous, ‘pod girls’. This book spins you through the routine of today’s young singles, while giving you insight into the conscious dilemma people now face when it comes to dating and love in the 21st century. Dylen is a narcissistic, egomaniac but somehow has you rooting for him to find love in the end. I couldn’t put this book down!”
…folllowed by a testamonial from a reader I happened to run into while sauced up in Gastown. Hopefully she posts hers up soon!
Lights and gutters, people living on dreams and others out of hope. The city attracts so many types of people and concentrates them in a little bubble of concrete, glass, and steel. Having lived in the suburbs for most of my life, at 30 I chose to immerse myself in a new culture.
Talk about personal growth!
Having lived in the downtown core of Vancouver for 5 years, 3 1/2 without a car, I can now say that urban life is very fluid. The atmosphere changes from block to block, during a 10 minute walk you can witness people from such diverse backgrounds and social classes, all generally shuffling around doing the same things, looking for something to entertain themselves with. One minute you can walk by a crackhead in psychosis, head down, looking for any change dropped or a butt to smoke, next minute you’ll be passed by a hustling girl in yoga pants, her ass cheeks rhythmically bouncing and catching your eyes for a moment or three. Models walking little dogs, puddles of vomit, BMWs singing as they pass, shopping carts crashing on loose pavement.
It is a lot easier to find beauty and peace in chaos than to find ugliness in beauty and tranquility, the city breathes pollution of all sorts and exhales human experience.