Bliss
We are tangled in our own restraints.
Canned and homogenized... Congealed and packaged.
We meander sheepishly through the one-way stalls society has provided.
Strategically placed in the direction they need us to be going...
We are distracted by our devices. We glance up to see the burning world; only to yell empty obscenities at the TV, and go back to our newest episode of electronic fantasy.
Information overload...
News is instant and constant. The grim reality is looking at us through our gadgets, but it's only as real as our video games.
Morality and honor died with our grandparents. And as we watch heads being severed in some remote, dusty hell, we feel only for a moment...
Our distraction is our salvation, for
Ignorance is truly bliss...
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