Anyway, what I once considered private, seems to be public. One has to be a bastard to exist in this world full of them, but then I've always had the suspicion I took myself too seriously until I found myself too serious to take. Tonight is a horrible day. Power is the feeling when something immense happens in return for little efforts, i.e. an assassin firing a gun or a junky shooting up, etc. The participant gets off on the execution just as much as the end result.
Cruelty occurs when people lose touch with the real world.
In the nineties this is partly due to the fact that we are distanced from reality by a life we do not lead, therefore we are also distanced from one another. We experience the world through television and use drugs to enjoy social communication. We use machines instead of our bodies and when our bodies fail us, machines keep us alive. When we do not feel life, we do not feel what it is to be alive. We do not feel compassion, our neighbor is invisible.