Indeed. I am more disposable than my niece’s son’s dirty diaper. I consume and participate in the capitalist wreck of a world we’re in, while holding dreams of Utopia that will never be, until I scrape my knuckles across this planet’s surface for perhaps another 43 years (I’m 43 now) – if I’m lucky – and then poof off I go into, somewhere/nowhere/everywhere/whoknows/doesntmatter.
But I’m gonna enjoy the heck out of every moment in the meantime
PS – I’m putting my brain online, as much as I can find. http://icopiedyou.com – it’s totally boring and it only has 25,000 or so bits of written, out-of-context vomit from me. This thing here will also be included – the comment. ’cause.. it’s my words. Google can consume them if they like, but they’re mine and I wanna keep ‘em myself too – not just left to rot in a video that’s novel today, but will be forgotten in the near future.. my words buried in the Youtube rubble.