I decided to stop living in reality and not be happy. Instead I am going to blame my misery on immigrants and pine for a world long gone that will never exist again anyway. Rather than make the most of what we have today I want everything to change by the power of my deep lack of connection and lack of acceptance.

Porn is the same, it is not reality, it is disturbing because it lacks reality and only highlights my own disconnection from other people. Then again the fact that I want other people to gratify my needs shows I am not connected to myself. I am alienated from myself, oh that’s a Marxist concept, I better reject that too.

Most topics on insubstantial (screens etcetera) media also lack connection, they don’t bring different people closer together. They highlight differences, they lack reality. They are delusions, complex delusions created by complex technologies. The webs, the divisions, (Phase2 style caps) THEY LACK REALITY.

I will share stuff from other parts of the world, just some event somewhere I probably never set foot in and scream THAT IS IT, PROOF! Australian’s love American culture, it is deeply ingrained in our memories. I remember my Mum’s friend in the 80s was addicted to Coca Cola. She had to have a bottle by her bed every night.

Sometimes a song from the 50s is played and I feel nostalgia for my Mum and my youth. I remember those times vaguely but the music is ingrained in my memory. Frankie Valli and the Seekers for example ‘Big girls don’t cry’. Now everyone cries, they bemoan reality. Reality is rejected at every turn. The problem is we were never in reality to start with. My past has an American soundtrack.