It is this generation's call to go underground, sweat with one's brother, and occasionally scream - not because we are afflicted and oppressed but because everything is "normal". There is a casual calmness in the midst of suicides and drug use; a robotic love of the silencing drowning culture we were all born into and, with each day, given the illusion of nothing else but home. Who lives who discovers life and its lie? Those who stay, who can't or won't leave, fight because that's all they can do without sacrificing themselves to the daily body count of those who, in fact, did spot a lie, a glitch in the program we're embedded in. And it is there, underground, where we - only children - cast away our fears and insecurities and, in brotherhood and with the anger inborn in our insubstantial bodies, we expound our emotions that have sickened us unto the walls.
Your friend,
Alex
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