exam week:

thoughts only fleeting towards modernism.
the individual, the struggle, the hope, the loss of hope and the rest of history unfolds. the last great living movement for understanding humanity. and its over like that. a focus on where we are going, thats lost too. not sure if i know where we are moving towards (i speak for all in all voices) but i think i know i postulate that we are afraid. its not too late to draw the line, no it actually is because with the dying of modern thought comes the rise of the mechanical thought the unlaborious thought the need now act now want now interpret it quickly and then bam thought. america's deletion of modern thought served great business purposes, it proved to be a profitable monetary move. but history stands as the antithesis--it is and was not a profitable humanistic move. so we make love to machine. and i think i find some sort of human meaning of life in that but i wonder what it could be like if i were writing with ink and on paper that i made, drunk of drink that i brewed and smoking tobacco i grew. no no no, no naturalism, no humanism, no more no more. i don't like naturalism, that clashes with the times and my style. kinda cramps it. got it all out. gotta go.

bright lights still shine
jwm