Under The Earth

For the artist who would be a prophet, and we are a dying number, the problem to be faced is one of what is known as afluenza, the sickness of having too much. It is like children in ghettoes fat and undernourished all at once because the only food they have is trash. Nowadays all we know to do is make money and be discontent. We are drowning in shit and none of it satisfies, holding off any trace of happiness till tomorrow. Everyone is bitter and sarcastic because bitterness and sarcasm are the fruits of despair and no one knows the way, has learned the right moves to climb out of all the shit. We are like the crew in Coleridge's Mariner: "Water, water everywhere and not a drop to drink..."