there's no real passion involved...

Talking to her made me feel high. 
That's the first time anything like this ever happened to me.

I am frustrated with this every day robotic-like human interaction at the place where i work.
I want to live, i want real moments, authentic contact and communication with other beings riding the same train of thought as me.
Every day i wake up, go there, get asked to do things, or do things by some default working template i've been assigned to do, over and over...

There's no real passion about that. Don't get me wrong, i am not opposed to the whole "get a job, get a life" notion, it is just that i would prefer to contribute to society in an honest and positive way, rather than waiting tables, delivering food to wannabe rich people without any trace of social awareness, in a GODDAMN chinese restaurant located in a small island in greece, which inevitably, actively promotes capitalism.


And that is a tablet that lil boy on the photo above, is using while taking a dump.  6 years old and it's already into that.  
At the fucking toilet.


Fact of the day:  I've seen enough old people import white flesh as escorts, and who knows what else. At the place where i work.



I wonder..  Sometimes these existential ramblings of the anarchist in me, are the only place in the world i can call home.
Or so i think.

Adios.