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Maybe Huxley Was Right

“But I don’t want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin.”
Aldous Huxley, Brave New World

I think that in the end Huxley was right, not Orwell’s 1984. That we become slaves of the modern technologic society. Have fun, take drugs, don’t think about the bad things or that something can go wrong, have more fun, take more drugs, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, be happy, work, love your job, make more money, fuck, drink, do drugs, everything is awesome lets go buy more shoes, more clothes, more stuff that we don’t need.

Has the meaning of love, become sex? Has the meaning of sex, become love?

I don’t have a TV at home, but still when I am with a place with one I always check the music channels. And you know it’s all the same everywhere, nude female pop stars, muscle male pop stars and they all sing for expensive cars, money, sex and love, love and sex and you know, it is all fucking perfect. Life is perfect. Live fast, die old…

Still we have some of that 1984 fear, when the news take over, but we have become so submissive and apathetic that, we are “oh, ok I don’t care”, I won’t do anything about it, I will just change the channel.

My mind plays tricks on me and it will be so hard to write everything that I want. In the end we lost the war, even the PirateBay founder Peter Sunde gave up on us, which kinda means that the last free place on Earth…the internet has fallen for the BRAVE NEW WORLD.

And we the last ones, who see the truth, who “have” the glasses from “They Live” say to each other “They are dismantling the sleeping middle class. More and more people are becoming poor. We are their cattle. We are being bred for slavery.”. We are making the revolution with expensive shoes, the newest phones, thousands of likes in the social media profiles and everything that is fashionable today! Fashion before Fashion!

“-          What’s wrong with having it good for a change? Now they’re gonna let us have it good if we just help ’em. They’re gonna leave us alone, let us make some money. You can have a little taste of that good life too. Now, I know you want it. Hell, everybody does.

–          You’d do it to your own kind.

–           What’s the threat? We all sell out every day, might as well be on the winning team.  ”

They Live, John Carpenter

I wanted to write totally different text about these photos, more sexual and romantic, but   then I kinda realized, did I lose the fight, did I become like them. Did apathy kill my soul?

“All right then,” said the savage defiantly, I’m claiming the right to be unhappy.”
“Not to mention the right to grow old and ugly and impotent; the right to have syphilis and cancer; the right to have too little to eat, the right to be lousy; the right to live in constant apprehension of what may happen tomorrow; the right to catch typhoid; the right to be tortured by unspeakable pains of every kind.”
There was a long silence.
“I claim them all,” said the Savage at last.”

Aldous Huxley, Brave New World