our privilege has gone unchecked. a hubris of affectation. so play the part, fill the role. unquestioning, we stagnate. rebuilding the walls that we tore down. a mantra of emptiness, alienation and selfishness. so dumb-down, hollow out. so dumbed down and stripped of heart. smoke screen. our privilege: apathy.complicit and sedated. isn't this more than just noise, tantrums and histrionics, ego and shock? but is this entertainment or a community? an escape or an excuse? reason of reaction inciting or just in step? this is entirely what we make of it. what we build and destroy. there is no shock left in a posture of faux-unpredictability. it's tame. sedate. boring.