-Don’t you think that I’m bound to react now?
My fingers definately turning to black now
Maybe I’ll put my live on ice
And teach myself, maybe that’ll be nice
the white stripes-black math
Depending on who you are, and where you live, and what you do, you might be feeling that noose tightening.
Like my friend Julian, you might have to pay for fuel as part of your work, or your commute and notice you aren’t pocketing what you used to.
If you track the news, you almost certainly are wondering how this supposed ‘war on terror’ is going to end, if it ever does. Maybe you’ve noticed that feeling, like maybe the people on tv don’t even care if you’re paying attention anymore. In fact it seems an awfull lot like they assume you’re not paying attention at all doesn’t it?
Maybe the weather is getting your attention these days. And maybe after the latest ‘freak’ occurance, you might start to wonder when it stops being a ‘freak’ anything.
And if you’re like a lot of people, you laugh as much as you can and assume that at some point something will actually swing back the way you feel comfortable with. But deep down it’s not really all that funny anymore, and you’re wondering sometimes if you’re ever going to be comfortable with anything, ever again.
You look at these fuck-ups who supposedly run the world, and every so often you get a glimpse of something in their eyes, and you might see that they’re even more scared than you are. But of what?
Not that they’re all scared. Sometimes you get a tiny little flash of something that isn’t at all like fear.
It looks a lot like triumph doesn’t it? Like someone served them their favorite dish, and they can have as much of it as they please with not a care in the world.
And suddenly all the ‘rules’ of how the world is supposed to work now seem more like outdated concepts, and a lot of smart people seem to be trying really hard to find out what the fuck is going on, becasue nothing is making any sense.
And if you care to look at the numbers, and the pit of your stomach turns to ice, and you think ‘that can’t be right’. and you look again, and it still can’t be right.
and all your life, you’ve been taught that the world would get along just fine without you, that you didn’t need to worry about anything, and if you wanted to worry your pretty little head about something, that was just wonderfull, but feel free to keep sitting in front of the tv and eating junk food, and doing whatever it is people like you do, cause it’s all being handled.
really. it’s all being handled.
You think sometimes what it might be like to live as if something you did… actually mattered. As if something could actually change for real, and not just move around on the screen for awhile. that idea is so strange and foreign that you almost want to fight against it.
because, if that feeling is real, then maybe there always was something you could actually have done. and now you’re feeling more and more like it might be too late to do anything.
Because if it’s possible to actually be a hero, then that means it’s possible to actually be a villain. And if that’s true then it’s not hard to figure out who’s running things.
No. It’s not hard at all. Just do the math.