It’s All Just A Thing
Right now we live in a day and age where the victims of the destruction of the “American Dream” are coming of age. the Children the Broken, and the Dissidents of the housing crisis are maturing. The scars of the event are showing, and the wounds are festering. It’s all just a thing. There’s nothing worth believing in, or striving to hold onto. Housing is a department, and transients rule.
The Children, have endured their homes being torn apart, after seeing the joy of the family being owners, and in charge of their own destiny. The emotional vacancy caused by each memento of personal achievements being removed, stored, and subsequently disappeared, has now begun to express itself.
Some of the expressions is derived from the same type coping mechanisms shown by those adjusting to living under permanent traumatic conditions. Where sensitivities, discretion, and attentions are only used as tools, and not as guides towards moral decisions. There are a thousand different smiles to hide the true face of societal turmoil.
The Broken. Of all, the Broken are the most visible. Removed from the roles played by society, there are no holds to restrain their obvious grief, their pain, or their memories. The bias to be dispossessed of any major material thing is a clear insight into the fracture that is their life. Partially caused by the shock from the impact of being hurled into a primal existence, with little means of recovery.
The Dissidents. Dissatisfied with the results of the economic impact, these are the ones that perceive no good thing, without some bad thing. Their mantra, “Rise against…, and destroy anything that seems not the way it should be”.
The broadness of the distaste, emboldens caustic mannerisms, along with strident vocalisms designed to offend even themselves.
Sadly and gladly, these ones exist. Reminders of the actions of the dispassionate few, and as rewards of happiness, and encouragements to the caring. The eyes tell tales tongues know not.