walking through the mall today i had a thought.
literature really has little or no effect on our present culture.
we do not have a poetic voice
or a author defining our generation.
no proust
no hemingway
no kerouac
for us.
i also thought about how directionless we all seem.
just wandering around the mall
idly looking at things pass by
what are we living for?
i look upon the youth of this nation and see a potential army
enough force to reshape everything
but we remain un-unified
directionless
lost
selfish
i thought again of how we need a revolution.
but what would we change?
how would we do it?
i just want to be a part of something big.
i want to change peoples minds.
i want to create my own sublculture.
4:59 p.m. - 2003-07-18
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