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Mr. Sandman...

I m depressed. There is no other way to put it.

I never felt our lives so irrelevant, so unimportant. The coronavirus prooved that most of us think money is what is important. It woke up the Thanos in them.

We allow our freedom to be taken, we wait in line for instructions. We created a society and jobs to live better and now we die for the tools we created to serve us.

We need to wake up, we need to change. We need to stop missing the forest for the tree.

Look at things, look at what is told to you.

Really listen.


This virus... at this point it could be a parasite, in the water, in the air, radiation from Fukushima, who knows, we will never know, the theories go strong. I don't waste time thinking about things I will never be allowed to know.

I knew I was a small grain of sand in a machine, a small little cog, but I never felt so disposable as I do now.

And the more depressing thing is that I can't talk about it. If I do, I m immediately labeled a conspiracy theorist. How dare I question the authorities? Am I a dangerous element?

If protesting is considered dangerous and questioning...

What happened? When did this happen?

When did we accept so passively to be dismissed, when did we decide other people will tell us how to live our lives?

Was it always like that and I am just waking up?

Is it because I am too old to fight and blaze my way as I always did or is it because I have a child who needs to be in the system, who needs stability?

I am depressed, sad. I feel unloved, unappreciated, disposable, and nothing more than a spec of sand on a beach.

A beach that is about to be raided to become glass, cement, a beach that will disappear. But if it's for the better good, it's ok, right?


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