I really don't like or trust what the human race has done to itself. We live in these teeny tiny boxes, put all of our issues, problems, highs or lows into boxes in our home, whether that be memories or secrets, and we hide them. We put them under beds, in wardrobes, in attics. We spread ourselves upwards into boxlike tower blocks and live for years not knowing who the people that surround us are.
More and more people find themselves pinned in to loneliness, unhappiness and goddamned madness because they work all day in one little cubicle of an office, staring at a square little screen and then come home to yet another empty and impersonal little box. And for what? We slave away all day to distract ourselves from the fact that without money, we can't do the things we want, but the scariest thing is that people don't know what they want a crushing amount of the time.
Asking questions to which we already know the answers to in order to sound unthreatening. Playing all the games, putting the right foot forward without stepping on anybody's toes, convincing ourselves of man-made morals, rights and wrongs, and creating our own facts of history to teach our children. Hovering in doorways, leaving pauses, manoeuvring ourselves around screens and machines, keeping busy.
Then we stop. Stop for a second and look around at the cement and the stitches and all of the things we've decided will improve our lives. And I consider the people I surround myself with, and what I might mean to them, and vice versa. We're not meant to sit at desks all day, or sleep until noon, or workout on machines or spend hours looking through social networking. We shouldn't have 500+ acquaintances who can see your day to day goings on. But it's addictive, throwing your entire life into the screen, out into the world for other people, who you really actually don't give a fuck about, to give worth.
We've created nasty mindsets, we've devalued the worth of people by filling the world to the brim. How is it that there are people who know hundreds of people, but are constantly alone? Glued to their little box day in and day out.
It's wrong. It's worrying. And these boxes create warped methods of madness. We are all lost in the labyrinth, despite the fact that we have Google Maps tracking our every step on our iPhone. We are lost, but we have no idea why. So we keep pelting forward towards the wall that seems far enough away now that you can stop in time.
When you see people, do you hunt them? Seek them out and leave them worse off than if they'd never known you? Or do you gather friends, caring mutually for a select few? Well. It's the distance that gets us in the end. There's a million miles between you on your laptop and the person sitting next to you on theirs.
