#133

I've decided to stop trying to write one blog post a day and just do what I can. I wonder sometimes if I have lost my faith in things which I had faith in - even if I didn't managed to achieve the fullest potential from it. Things I may have lost faith in.

My writing. I feel like I can't be bothered to write anymore. What's worse I feel like I have nothing to say really. I look around me and the deluge of words is not just torrential it is maddening. Content is pouring out of every crevice. And most of it is nonsensical. Or neurotic. And not in a good way.

When I was born... up to when I was 20, this is literally true, the only way you could get information or experience art was to do so by getting up and moving. Get a book. Go to the cinema. Art museum. To create it yourself. And it was not incessant. And the quality of it was far better simply because people had to stop and think. There wasn't this shoot from the hip crap where there is no filter. Hour long youtube videos which say nothing. Just miles and miles and miles of idiocy lined up one after the other - and guess what my son is making one of those in our living room right now...

Be that as it may, when people wrote, they attempted to move thought on to somewhere else. Now it feels like we have come up against that process. We no longer think instead we have entered thinking. Yesterday I was watching a video about the Meta verse and there was this guide on it who had made himself look like a deer which was covered in colours that looked like someone had vomited up. There is nothing profound about anything and no one wants the profound. Instead they just want to be distracted, entertained, put to sleep, doped up and this is all we are left with now.

I myself have not read a book in months - a terrible part of me feels like I can't be bothered to anymore. It feels painful inside. I see children no longer able to read either. They don't feel like it matters. They no longer possess the capacity to be affected by words - they no longer are able to create this world for themselves which they must now inhabit. It is like what has happened in the Neverending Story. The Nothing did win out.

And because the cacophony is so loud, no one notices this. People are just producing reams and reams of nonsense and here we are drowning in it deluge. While the world dances on the edge of endless fire, people's efforts are unbelievably transfixed on the idiotic and superficial. The Jubilee Celebrations are a prime example of this. How can people celebrate the Jubilee when they are being stiffed by the people they support? I don't understand this.