Anger, all the time!

I can't help but feeling like we are a nation of enraged souls sometimes. Yes, you can argue that the zombie zeitgeist fad is just representative of our passive consumerism, but sometimes I feel like we are born to rage! Rage against the dying of the light, against the machine, we fight and fight and fight until our dying day, just to be heard. Clawing our way upwards out of obscurity. At least I think that's the path for artists. It's an uphill battle.

But if one's born into battle, and doesn't know any other kind of life, then how could the battle seem so bad? It's all you've known, and all you've had. (Thanks, Nicole Atkins.)

The waves fight the shore timelessly, infinitely, and crash on the rocks over and over again and the undertow will fight to pull you under and the dawn fights at the day fights at the light fading fights at the night. I don't see ecosystems anymore. I see great big bursts of chaos and confusion that inexplicably form patterns. We call it the circle of life.

Some mornings I wake up feelin' like an untapped resource. Sometimes my dreams eclipse reality.

white sea