For god knows which time in my life, I woke up in a different country and I didn’t even move one single centimetre away from where I’d been before. I woke up in the same bed, surrounded by same posters of kittens and Kitten and same stuffed animals, there was the same pile of handwritten poems on the night table and the same old pen I love to write with. But all those things, together with me amongst them were now a part of something that got torn apart…again.
It’s alright, it’s alright
If the news says half the truth
Hearing what we want is the secret of eternal youth
It’s alright, it’s alright,
If the planet splits in three…
Sometimes it was the name that was changing, sometimes it was the territory, sometimes both. If this was Michael Ende’s Neverending Story, this’d probably be the part when a huge NOTHING is trying to eat everything, before Bastian comes. But this time there won’t be Bastian, for sure, there won’t be Moonchild. It’s more like Momo, where mysterious men in grey, with weird-looking cigarettes are walking around, taking the last bits of imagination from people’s minds and turning them into something they never wanted to become.
Given the fact how uneducated many people around the world, especially in rich countries are nowadays, I can’t explain them that I was born in a 22 million people country and that I live in a 6 million people country now (I think it’s 6?!); without them thinking I’m on some synthetic drug. They don’t need to worry about it anyway, when life is all about spending money on things one doesn’t even need, looking up to celebrities and trying to have some sort of an image. Or, it’s all about spending money on celebrities. Or…whatever.
It’s alright, it’s alright
Cause the system never fails
The good guys are in power
And the bad guys are in jail
If this was The Simpsons Movie, there’d be Tom Hanks describing how a new canyon is going to be formed in the middle of Europe. And this is the kind of morbid thinking that was in my mind in March 1999 as well, right before the big guys fucked the shit out of us (pardon my language). I was reading 100 Years Of Solitude and the end of the book got me so scared that my first-ever air emergency sirens two days later literally made me think we’re all going to die within a minute. My dad then told me that “every generation has to go through at least one war”. I asked him if that’s the case with people in e.g. Greenland as well. I don’t even want to ask him if his opinion has changed in the past nine years. Perhaps it hasn’t.
I guess many things fell apart in the last 10 months. And in all of them, one side totally profited, while the other remained screwed for the time being, although, by all possible means, that side was meant to be the one that’s better, stronger, smarter. It’s weird how I draw parallels among all those things. It’s weird that bad sides of the story always begin with the same letter.
I could’ve put Amazon affiliate links in all these book and movie titles, but that’d be too me, too sarcastic and thought-provoking [in reference to the third paragraph] and I’m not in the mood for sarcasm now, I’m 100% serious this time.
If we forget about them don’t worry
If they forget about us then hurry
How about the people who don’t matter anymore?
