straussian nightmare

Mental illness was a strange culture hang-on phenomenon in the 90s. 

Cobain taught us that nothing will ever be enough; that it’s best to burn out. Then fade away. 

Zoloft cartoons taught you to live better through chemistry. Huxley’s invidious memetic offspring had such a keen fashion, you missed it entirely. 

1984 taught you to follow the incentives toward inescapable conclusions. 

TV taught us that family is passé. Your father’s not a tragic hero, and your mother is untouchable, unreachable.  You are the star. 

It’s just you kid. No net. You’ve got one shot. 

Nihilism as a pop curiosity. Cold comfort is still comfort. And you went to sleep. 

And before you knew, it surrounds you. 

You thought you’d be the one to see the cave through the shadows, but you’re not. You’re the prisoner, killing those who point at what you still cannot, (or will not), see. 

Can you see it yet?