The Big Numb

Psychotropic dreams from the big numb…

I am in southern Thailand and will be leaving for Phuket either tomorrow or the day after… To tell you the truth parts of this place kind of disgust me. Just to see the exploitation of people by their own will institutes a wave of utter repulsion and despair over me. The poverty is robust on a multitude of levels and the people willingly accept their position here. There are so many Western type of establishments here e.g. McDonalds, Starbucks, Burger King, Dairy Queen, etc… It seems as if there was once a culture prevalent here, but now a void exists that has been occupied by the slavery of commercialism. Think of American culture amped up a 100% and seeing people want this falsified American dream they absorb through our television, music, and movies. Think of the historical perspective the US had with slavery of the African-Americans and thats exactly what I see here , but instead of enslaving their bodies, there is an enslaving of their MINDS through this mass-propaganda of Hollywood entertainment thats transcending cultural/territorial boundaries through global mass-marketing campaigns by huge multi-national corporations to extract every dollar each person has to fuel the corporations domination of their global empire. Everything is basically a fucking lie and people have to perpetuate these lies here just to make a buck to provide for their family.

Pause… ( As I reflect over the past week)

I have to reevaluate what I want now from this trip (life)… I can’t relax and chill after seeing these atrocities at some beach, drinking some alcoholic beverage, sunbathing… I want to be numb, to forget that I live in this world and when I get back everything will still be the same.

Tourists… We are all ultimately tourists in life, passing each other on our journey to self-fulfillment, only caring about the causes that we feel enlightened to implore because it fills some innate desire from within that is only subjective to our own purpose.

As I walk the streets at night I see these tourists…Eating flesh from animals, drinking their wine/beer, smoking their cigarettes, self-medicated by their personal drugs taking photographs… photographs… Documenting this place so they can go home and show their friends they came to some exotic location and saw some exotic things… We are all deviants… I hardly want to take photographs, because I don’t want to remember these things that I see… Oblivious comes to mind…

(I miss my carbonated fountain Diet Coke, my legal opiate to numb)

We are all interconnected now. Internet, cellphones, digital cameras/camcorders, personal tele-communicators… I do not want to see the future, for I think what I am currently witnessing is a glimpse of what is to be.