I woke up today.
I felt nauseated as usual.
I took a shower and thought
Something horrible is going to happen.
My mind doesn’t do that usually.
But I don’t feel things are correctable.
I don’t see democracy working.
I don’t see capitalism working.
I don’t see our culture working.
I see the infighting and culture wars.
I see continual fights on social issues.
I see no hope for the unemployed.
I see no hope for the middle class.
I see pedophiles and drug addicts.
I see car bombings and terrorist attacks.
I see spree killings.
I see reality TV eating our souls.
I see friends and families giving up.
Elina Brotherus, Le Printemps, 2001, from the series The New Painting, elinabrotherus.com
Giving up on their dreams.
Not remembering when they had any.
I feel like I’m in a movie.
Yesterday after work I lay in the dark.
I thought about my family.
I thought about all the illnesses we have.
I thought about the dreams for our children.
I thought about the world they will inherit.
I thought about the cost of their educations.
I thought about the toxins in the water.
I thought about the crime on the streets.
I watched a show about the drug trade.
I thought about America’s addictions.
I thought about America’s depression and anxiety.
— Byron King