The Limehouse
I have problems. You have problems. Hell – aren’t we lucky that we can afford them? How much did you pay for your problems? A meal out? An education? At the very least, somewhere to live?
It’s a lottery system. We were among the lucky ones who, for some unknown reason, “won”. Forget the myth – it’s not about personal choices. Who would choose that? No matter how you look at it, it just doesn’t make sense. No, it’s about self preservation; every man for himself. It’s about people who are people who feed off people but aren’t people. That’s the only way I can make any sense of it. I can’t see any other way to explain it.
So tell me about your problems. Can’t get someone to build a wall of glass? Can’t go to the show? Did someone lie to you? At least you aren’t familiar with the side of the street. But do you realize that? No. Who’s going to build your wall of glass? Look at you – but I bet you still want it done for a lot less. You still cuss on the phone at the twenty percent.
No joke – life is wasted on people like us.
And what was it? Two dollars? Two, fucking, dollars. And I expected to feel good about that? I expected to feel like a saint? What the hell kind of an obnoxious asshole am I? Shit, I disgust myself. The real irony is that I would give a hundred million dollars if I could feel that again. The real irony is that, I expected to save someone’s life…but they saved mine instead. Wow…this must be the new cocaine. A cocaine that won’t kill you.
And until now, I never really noticed it. Can people really live off spare change? No, it’s not about personal choices…it’s about the choices of other people. Take the bus, do your laundry, buy a magazine even…but no spare change? That’s right – no spare change.
Yes, like I said…how obnoxious can you be? Even the air is too common for you. You have to go out of your way, have to spend money, to make sure that the air you’re breathing is…“better” than what other people are breathing. Seriously now, money on air but no spare change? No joke. At the same time, there are people who are dying just to breathe.
And you know what’s the really disgusting part of it? The fact that we don’t even notice.
Commodities, commodities…more commodities than we can ever ever use up.
Complain that you never win anything on the slot machines. Las Vegas, Macau. Don’t you realize that you already lucked out on the one thing that really matters?
It’s a lottery system. We were among the lucky ones who, for some unknown reason, “won”. Forget the myth – it’s not about personal choices. Who would choose that? No matter how you look at it, it just doesn’t make sense. No, it’s about self preservation; every man for himself. It’s about people who are people who feed off people but aren’t people. That’s the only way I can make any sense of it. I can’t see any other way to explain it.
So tell me about your problems. Can’t get someone to build a wall of glass? Can’t go to the show? Did someone lie to you? At least you aren’t familiar with the side of the street. But do you realize that? No. Who’s going to build your wall of glass? Look at you – but I bet you still want it done for a lot less. You still cuss on the phone at the twenty percent.
No joke – life is wasted on people like us.
And what was it? Two dollars? Two, fucking, dollars. And I expected to feel good about that? I expected to feel like a saint? What the hell kind of an obnoxious asshole am I? Shit, I disgust myself. The real irony is that I would give a hundred million dollars if I could feel that again. The real irony is that, I expected to save someone’s life…but they saved mine instead. Wow…this must be the new cocaine. A cocaine that won’t kill you.
And until now, I never really noticed it. Can people really live off spare change? No, it’s not about personal choices…it’s about the choices of other people. Take the bus, do your laundry, buy a magazine even…but no spare change? That’s right – no spare change.
Yes, like I said…how obnoxious can you be? Even the air is too common for you. You have to go out of your way, have to spend money, to make sure that the air you’re breathing is…“better” than what other people are breathing. Seriously now, money on air but no spare change? No joke. At the same time, there are people who are dying just to breathe.
And you know what’s the really disgusting part of it? The fact that we don’t even notice.
Commodities, commodities…more commodities than we can ever ever use up.
Complain that you never win anything on the slot machines. Las Vegas, Macau. Don’t you realize that you already lucked out on the one thing that really matters?
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