How many times do we find ourselves looking at the world through the crack underneath closet door we hide behind, only to think and wear what it is that hangs above our heads? Why are we such intimidated little fish content with the scraps that someone else has left there for us to drag through another day? What are we afraid of? I ask myself these questions and I cannot stomach the taste of the routine society has dug for itself. Ever so constantly sinking further into grotesque pit of indifference. The media force feeds its babble into ourmouthes and we gracefully chew. We have made an epidemic of misfortune.=)