We further become a Brave New World each generation.

Engulfing ourselves in material that deludes our perception of reality.
Hiding from humanity
Running from actuality
Grasping at fantasy
All the while
Facing mortality

"Normality is a paved road: it's comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it." -Vincent Van Gogh

Love yourself. Be yourself.

Art is to be felt, not seen or heard.

Without emotions
All there would
be is the literal
Everything
deadened
Nothing
whetted
Things seen as
things
Impersonal
concrete
and dull