Where is direction?
Where is direction for this washed out Gen. X crowd that seems to have experienced it all. Is there something genuinely new or is it a retread of past creativity? I am looking for a new literary style free from the baggage of yesterdays philosophies. I know that the future builds on the past but this present seems coldly directionless and only in awe of Microsoft. This media drunk culture does not believe in reading for understanding only entertainment. TV is death. We seem to be in constant pursuit of pleasure like a hummingbird flitting from flower to flower. Where is honesty. The Beats tried to cut away the fluff and get at some truth. What are we doing today?