Perhaps we've passed our exit and there is no going back of any sort. We are doomed to live in the outcome of a millennia of bad decisions in the name of progress. Our good fortune has timed out and the sweetness we once savored has become sour. Some belated recompense bagged up for the Tuesday night trash pickup like the fall's leaves once beautiful in their windy shuffle now just carbon breaking down in a non biodegradable bag. This certainly isn't the future I was promised as a kid but at least I've grown used to the abject failure of the world I find myself prisoner in. Well enjoy the music at least, c'est la vie.