You would think that after years of advancing in a system supposedly designed to make us into the next pioneers of the world, that perhaps we might have internalized some sort of understanding about the world we live in. Oddly enough that doesn’t seem to be the case. In fact, it seems more like the complete opposite: we are set adrift in a world that is machine-like, an absurdity.

For the most part, we are children of the last century, born in the late eighties, or early nineties. We grew up with the spectre of the ‘machine’, that omnipresent machinery designed to turn us into 9-5 drones, and with that understanding, we were supposed to revolt! To be the counter-culturists, the revolutionaries, the hippies.

Instead, we realized we wanted to buy things, and to buy things we needed money. And to get money we needed jobs. And for the vast majority of us, that means we sold our souls a long time ago. Some of us escaped. I can’t say that I have (or will), considering that to succeed, in the eyes of those I respect, means to accumulate: accumulate everything, money, social standing, prestige. But some of us did, and to those, I raise a glass.

And pour an ounce to the dead homies, those ‘living the life’ in their dread cubicles.