White flag.

If my ideals were in any way possible, I'd sleep well tonight. [I wont sleep well tonight]

I think some people are... Amazingly great. There exists many people who are much better than myself. Then, I'm just off the face of the earth. I'm just here. Kind of too idealist to fit in, but no where charming enough to pull it off.

I'm a little lost.

the miserable/the oppressed/the dead.

People taking the bus home. From their, you know, shirt and tie, "professional" (like other people aren't professional at what they do) jobs... Making money on wall street or whatever sad thing they're doing. They're all fucking miserable. I see it in their eyes. Their attitude, devoid of anything resembling empathy. Snappy and miserable. In power, though. Going home to their middle of the line car in a park n ride, driving to their middle of the line home. Not standing up for anything, but their money and power.

Meanwhile, the kind guy chases a man out of the subway, bringing him his umbrella that was left behind. Older guy, or just perhaps just more worn out. No reason to do it, but to save a guy from walking in the pouring rain.

Why am I supposed to admire the rich? Why do we not follow around those who are technically poor, but do nice things, and take pictures of them doing nice things for people they do not know?


Meanwhile, Gaza burns and we all think it's just okay. Just okay that Israel is bombing schools. They're not terrorizing the general population. Gazans are too busy trying to survive and bury their children to be scared.