There is always a start. There is always an origin. You begin to learn a language by knowing its alphabet.

My view on the world.

From the eyes of my generation.

…and what we have made it into…

There are moments, when history turns. An important moment in history happens. You are thrilled to know the truth.

Some problems are cyclical. You think you are out of trouble, that a new generation can take over and it is not the case. It looks like the problem starts in a spot and spreads all over like a network.

Spring is coming in two months. Snow will melt. The rivers will be full of water.

Just my thoughts on my generation.

I wrote this because I got sick and tired of hearing people say they love me just so that they can get in my pants.

I’ve pretty much lost hope in our future.