The Epoch of Self-Immolation

Most of the best songs have already been written. Most of the best video games came out on what are now considered retro consoles. Most of the best writing has already been penned by dead men, still rolling in their graves. Most of the best films were directed by Stanley Kubrick, who is anyone trying to kid? (Un)Luckily I understand that aesthetic is uncompromisable in art, that truth is too few and far between, in this world of ours...that I'm going to live just long enough to see man's automation and subsequent fall from grace. To witness centuries upon centuries of hard earned human knowledge, discarded like so many New Years' resolutions. Forgotten, like so many of my heroes, simply lost in the sands of time and human ignorance. And yet, people can memorize so much nonsense and repeat it back like so many parrots. It's like the record of humanity is skipping, but no one wants to speak up! It grows more grating and cacophonous by the second, and we grin on, like stupefied children, unable to see the forest fire for the flames. One giant human fireball; conflagration for one and all.

Author's Note

1/19/15

Reviews

[B]

How old is your soul ?
lol
Johnny the none savage guy

[Jonny The Savage]

lol what do you mean? like when was I born or?

And hey! I am a savage! haha

[B]

You got a very wise soul
No savage here

[Jonny The Savage]

Thanks and the Savage is from an Aldous Huxley novel; Jon the Savage is the literary character I most relate with.

[B]

i guess i should read a novel then ...... sucks :P

[Jonny The Savage]

haha I'll get you to read Huxley some day :P

[B]

yes a novel ofcourse while i slowly die
and kill you in the process lol