Two Degrees of Separation...

Day two. Very Little Sleep Last nighT. I feel quite separated from myself. Could I be playing a video game somewhere and all this life is just a screen... wait I have a faint iron flavor in the back of my throat, this can't be a game. But if it were would I start playing grand theft auto? Go beat a prostitute, steal a cop car and go on a pedestrian hunt? No. I don't enjoy that game. Too violent. I like Tekken, Soul Caliber or Mortal Kombat. Those are peaceful games. You only kill one person (most of the time). You see how morals are evolving. Eventually, we'll have a murderer on every street corner. We practically do now, but the killing was sanctioned by the state. When they look back on the people today in the future, they will consider nobody innocent. We all sit by and accept a system that murders for gain. If we were to put a symbol upon our planet it would be the horns and pitch fork. Each sky scrapper is a horn. Each statue is a pitch fork. I wish life was a game sometimes. I wouldn't feel so powerless over the world if I had control over the reset button.