I think a lot about authenticity. And pop culture. And social media, as a reflection of how people interact.

It is very difficult to be sane in this world because the majority is against sanity. It’s simply that, the power of generationally transmitted diseases.

When we are little, we all know what life is about. We all know love, hurt and the blue sky. And then we enter the social machine that is like a hellish carousel. It has balloons and clowns on the outside but once you buckle up, it swirls and swirls and wants you to forget all about who you are and become a slave for the rest of your life.

What nobody tells you is that the friendly dude in the ticket booth is a slave, too.

By the way, if you want to understand the pop culture at depth, read “The Underground History of American Education” by John Taylor Gatto. It might be one of the best books ever written on the subject. If you are really out there (especially if you like Castaneda), supplement it with “Of Water and Spirit” by Malidoma Patrice Some. Amazing reads.

You can say, this is all the fault of the one percent or whatever you want to call them, but it’s not just that. Everybody who visits the amusement park walks in there on their own two legs.

What does it have to do with social media?

See, when you swirl for a while, and then get out and understand what’s really going on, you become sad. Not because it’s evil but because you suddenly become very lonely. Your Twitter friends don’t want the truth, they want another lollipop. And there you stand, looking through your eyes and feeling free, lucky and desperately isolated.