Fractured, demolished homes, inside and out. It is the American Dream which is dead. It was buried before you got here. No amount of self-reflection, in those plunges to the depths of your psyche, or Sisyphean attempts to break your personal patterns, will save you. Materialism will not fill that void. Instead, we will find ourselves trapped in the abstract pointlessness of a place where comfort can kill you under a blinding fluorescent light. The best that we can do now is book the window seat and hope that the blue sky is really there.
