Civilization.

A conversation I had earlier about the war was fresh on my mind when I went to bed last night. I had not been thinking about how our way of life could change but that is precisely what my dreams centered around. Total desolation. Irish Geisha Beyond the Thunder Dome only without the cool Hollywood clothes. I was wandering around a city that used to be, trying to find someone who cared about the fact that I was hemorrhaging from my navel. I kept looking down at the blood wondering if the connection that first supported my life would now allow my life to escape me. No one I spoke to seemed to even acknowledge what I was going through. Then I was saved by my alarm clock. 6:30 a.m. and life is very much the same as I left it the night before. I do not mind the imagery of my dream so much. It was the feeling of despair that I could not shake. The entire time I was getting ready for work and dressing Angelbaby all I could think about is how superficial it all would be if our civilization were to fall. And how very little it would take for that to happen. This is why I do not watch the news.