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Welcome Back to the Future

In Consciousness, Pronoia by Marc Ashley

Why do we argue? Life’s so fragile, a successful virus clinging to a speck of mud, suspended in endless nothing.Alan Moore, Watchmen

So yada yada, it was Back to the Future day. We had a good laugh looking back at how the 80’s perceived us.

But think about it for a second.

20 years from now, kids our age would be looking back at us thinking how stupid we are with our hipsterism and our minimalism and our petty digital arguments on gender equality and racial equality and our taste in music. Heck, in this pathetic temporal continuum, all I see is society constantly repeating itself; rinse and repeat.

Have you questioned yourself nearly enough to actually feel cosy in your suburban dwelling in spite of all the abominations and insipidities plaguing this god-forsaken planet?

Have you really thought about the abhorring inner ugliness that constantly claws at the framework of your sanity? That very same intrinsic decadence that distills itself genetically?

The reality of things is that life is horror. We are all naturally programmed with the potential to rape, murder, steal and the list goes on. We barricade ourselves with absurdities like morality and religion because we know that we are worse than the monsters that dwell within the pages of a Lovecraft manuscript.

Think about the pain of being human.

Reflect upon how you would fill your comfortable, “non-wedgie-ing” underwear with dung processed from non-GMO, raw, organic, salt-free, sugar-free, gluten-free, soy-based labeled composites you shove into your mouth when confronted with the realities of this world face to face.

It’s a beautiful world out there, no doubt. But it’s also laced equally with maniacal bipedal lunatics who behead people, prostitute children and abuse the name of religion to take advantage of people.

There’s this form of pottery called Kintsugi (or Kintsukuroi), it’s the process of which a broken pot is repaired by gold, reflecting that the piece is more beautiful having been broken.

The world today to me is the opposite of that.

Some, if not most of us, are innately broken, banking desperately on a hope that would eventually redeem us from this living hell. But the sooner you accept the facts and the fact that this life you’re living is temporary and that you would eventually die, the air you breathe will be easier to inhale.

Welcome back to the future.

Feature Image credit: M. Rex

About the Author
Marc Ashley

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Marc loves comic books, anime, 90's Saturday morning cartoons (especially the Ninja Turtles) and obliterates all cold cuts in his proximity. He annotates comic books based on historical figures and events, makes inkblots and ponders about a career writing comic books (because he wants to go to Comic Con for free). Also, he gets repulsed by #wanderlust posts. Follow his instagram nonsense @nihilismist.

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