Us and Them

Thunder and lightning and clouds without water – just another disappointment.

The rain finally came, accompanied by the softly rolling thunder, these are the days I have loved since my youth.

On my drive home last night I watched as lightning flashed in the distance, and, for whatever reason, it reminded me of those carefree nights spent traveling some lonely stretch of road, completely taken in by the moment. I guess I’m just feeling nostalgic. I’ve just grown so sick of this world. I’m sick of social media, sick of my phone, sick of the news, sick of politics, sick of being manipulated and lied to. I think I’m going Old School. I need something tangible, something that proves that life exists outside of technology, outside of the Internet, outside of the Matrix. We all know by now that this is where things are heading, a simulated reality, man merging with AI, a universal income (for those who comply) when the work of man becomes obsolete, when earning an honest day’s wages is cancelled out by the machine. Give me a small plot of land somewhere where I can grow my own food and live off-grid as much as possible. This is how the other half will live. Us and Them. As for now, I have taken up needlepoint and returned to pen and paper for recording my thoughts. These things are tangible, created without the help of AI, created by my own fumbling hands, imperfect and genuine, obsolete to them but wholly rewarding to us.