The Spectacle of Dullness (essay)
The sunsets don’t look the same no more. The evenings no longer allow you to glimpse into the future ahead. The nights have lost their comfort and are haunted by ghosts of the past. As I write this, I must clarify that I intend this essay not to be about a “depressed state” but rather one that is confused and troubled by the direction that the world seems to be going in. The subject feels this intensely, the subject could be under the influence of nostalgia, the subject could be mistaking his own shortcomings as all that is wrong with the world, the subject could be failing to catch up with the changing times. All that is possible without a doubt, however to reason would be a job left better to people who could pull up numbers and do a thorough analysis of current society and its ailments from a research perspective, this essay is not one of those “dissertations” and does not intend to be. If anything, this could be a confession solely motivated by what the subject deems of utmost importance in life: human emotion. What the subject “feels” and not what the subject knows to be the truth is what dictates the following text.
The world has become dull, the faces have lost their charm and the youth has lost its essence. A lack of sincerity seems to be prevailing. A lack of resistance and an abundance of conformity seem to be prevailing. Everything appears to be a copy of a copy, unfortunately a second-rate one. Personalities are devoid of originality, the mannerisms and behaviors are rehearsed. The language is rehashed and mediocrity is embraced.
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