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A Nation of Zombies

Are you one of them?
Aeryn Davies, Ravanna

I arrive home from work, drained and empty. Too tired for human interaction, I press the buttons on the remote and stare blankly into the big TV box. It’s not long before the commercials and endless parade of product placements overwhelm my defenses and penetrate my mind. Every detail of every message is meticulously calculated, designed to be repetitive and hypnotic, played over and over until the mindfuck finally kicks. In. My head is now filled with fatuous desire. Fast forward. Like a junkie on a comedown, I stumble into the sterile mall corridors as if in some kind of trance. The motley group of shoppers surrounding me, all the same – glazed eyes, blank stares, faces twisted into ugly masks of want. We are an army of zombies. Instead of brains and human flesh, we devour strategically placed merchandise and affordably priced products manufactured in China. I quickly drain my plastic cards and my soul, returning home with my bounty of shopping bags. All filled with mass produced garbage, quickly tossed onto a pile of all the other trash I’ve accumulated. Tomorrow I will wake up, have my coffee and leave the comfort and security of my home for work. I will spend another long and tedious day in the indentured monotony that masquerades as a job. When it’s over, I will again return home and rest in front of the big TV box and wait for the radiating commercials, like little particles penetrating what is left of my mind. And every night I tell myself, “maybe one of these days, I’ll pull the plug.”

–Malcolm Klimowicz

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Bek S.

"Every detail of every message is meticulously calculated, designed to be repetitive and hypnotic, played over and over until the mindfuck finally kicks. In. My head is now filled with fatuous desire."

I couldn't help but stop at this part and analyze it.

kicks
kicks in
kicks in my head
in my head
my head

Multidimensional in meaning. Creating a violent yet detached and impersonal image. Beautiful.

This letter is so painfully honest.

Bek S.

"Every detail of every message is meticulously calculated, designed to be repetitive and hypnotic, played over and over until the mindfuck finally kicks. In. My head is now filled with fatuous desire."

I couldn't help but stop at this part and analyze it.

kicks
kicks in
kicks in my head
in my head
my head

Multidimensional in meaning. Creating a violent yet detached and impersonal image. Beautiful.

This letter is so painfully honest.

Bro Dandy

This certainly is a nice bit of writing but it's not what I'd call painfully honest, the concepts presented are terrifically cliched and unoriginal. It's a shame, I see a lot of clever writing on the internet, but while the writing itself is clever, the ideas therein are anything but, and writing like this is worthless if the ideas are horrible. A few years ago this would have been a really inventive piece but these days any highschooler who's taken creative writing and seen Fight Club could write the philosophical equivalent of this.

Bro Dandy

This certainly is a nice bit of writing but it's not what I'd call painfully honest, the concepts presented are terrifically cliched and unoriginal. It's a shame, I see a lot of clever writing on the internet, but while the writing itself is clever, the ideas therein are anything but, and writing like this is worthless if the ideas are horrible. A few years ago this would have been a really inventive piece but these days any highschooler who's taken creative writing and seen Fight Club could write the philosophical equivalent of this.

Anonymous

then don't be a part of it. the solution is plain and simple. spend your time reading and cultivating your mind. learning something new. appreciating the beauty outside the comfort of your home. taking up philosophy. fuck, the possibilities we have are essentially endless.

you write of consumerism with such disdain but then treat it as if someone were forcing you to perpetuate it. i agree with your point just not your conclusion of hopeless despair. and yes of course, you end up on buying shit. your irony's so thick it's nearly tangible...

Anonymous

then don't be a part of it. the solution is plain and simple. spend your time reading and cultivating your mind. learning something new. appreciating the beauty outside the comfort of your home. taking up philosophy. fuck, the possibilities we have are essentially endless.

you write of consumerism with such disdain but then treat it as if someone were forcing you to perpetuate it. i agree with your point just not your conclusion of hopeless despair. and yes of course, you end up on buying shit. your irony's so thick it's nearly tangible...

Leif Kismet

You think it's bad now, wait til Christmas! In the meantime consider yourself lucky to be in the consumerist class. I can't have a credit card or a bank. I can't afford cable and my TV just died. In a way, I consider myself lucky. You can't accuse me of perpetuating the type of shallow consumerism that is eating you away...

Leif Kismet

You think it's bad now, wait til Christmas! In the meantime consider yourself lucky to be in the consumerist class. I can't have a credit card or a bank. I can't afford cable and my TV just died. In a way, I consider myself lucky. You can't accuse me of perpetuating the type of shallow consumerism that is eating you away...

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