You are the Culture

In our godless conceptions so Culture takes parts of its mantle, between politics and faustian capital. Culture… so elusive. Always being lost. Always being excavated by the clueless and whatever’s in.

But if I’m dragged around a historical restoration project, I mean, great for you, but I don’t care. I don’t care what happened, what the elders did, unless they had some discourse on the human condition, some advice on competent state management (as though that’d ever be relevant for a peasant’s life), some god honest connection to my current day of living, though seeing all the houses sold, and perpetual travel across this Great Nation, and well it’s quite hard to find any traces beyond the memorabilia. Youth shall nod in unison, even pointing at me as passé and, well, let the hubris take over, why not?

Half the time when the Bible gets brought up I get a little nauseous even if the verses got mentally embedded. Not to imply I’m advising Mark 8:36, not to suggest Psalms 6:6 as our penultimate fate. But I do wait for Revelations sometimes.

One gag that makes me laugh is someone calling the current global culture “American culture”. Did it come from America? Certainly. Is it American? It’s corporate. America is a convenient place to host the shadowy entities shaping everyone’s mind. Double up with product advertisements — no, culture is not sitting in front a screen to watch something. It’s not. It never will be.

My culture is saying hi to everyone, it is dodging everyone, it’s already happening. I am dragging along my neurosis everywhere, and just through a mere existence, I make the old new again.

You are the culture, if you’d bother to participate. Even if the system seems like it’d be best to dodge.

I look upon other societies and wonder what’d it be to live so homogeneously and securely, though I am reminded how that’s another suffocation.