Darkness, be my friend.

Surveying the urban view with a strange sense of serenity.

Prowling the alleys like a scene from San Andreas,
like a cat protecting it's territory.

Outside peering in.

The skyline is occupied with lonely towers,
like clusters of artificial stars.

Cloaked in darkness I vanish into the night.

Osama is dead... and... so... what?

Osama Bin Laden is dead… wow. Almost 10 years after 9/11 and the so-called ‘world’s most powerful country’ and all of its military and technological might finally killed the dude. Congrats. Guess they want a medal or something now, huh?

Seriously, the reaction to this is ridiculous. Obama is clearly milking the situation for all of its political goodness (Fair enough, he needs something to get the people rallying behind him in the lead up to the next election). What really confuses me is the images of people dancing and celebrating in the streets. What the fuck? Yeah, he was a cunt that used his extremist religious views to kill lots of innocent people, but celebrating someones death by having a party seems a bit excessive.I mean in terms of killing people/being a generally bad person, I can think of quite a few recent examples of people that I would consider worse than him. You don’t see the American public/media celebrating their demises? (Oh, I guess it’s different if the evil dictator is selling America oil).

I just don’t get it. Especially after such a long time. Shouldn’t the American people ask why it took a whole nation/army almost a decade to find one dude? (Might have something to do with fighting two unjustifiable wars in the Middle East). Or how much money was spent (wasted) searching for him? And now he has been killed, what’s the deal with the ‘War on Terrorism’? And when will America leave Afghanistan? Sigh. American foreign policy is depressing.

Mediated life has become desperate for the perfect soundbite, the killer catchphrase.

Suits smile coolly while delivering well rehearsed lies, reflected in the stripes of their most expensive tie.

Scrambling desperately for that suitable summary, cutting and pasting rational discourse in a fevored frenzy.

Generalisations and stereotypes have replaced conversation, while we all hide behind our most appropriate facade.

Everywhere is a flurry of chatter, a world of pop up windows and meaningless small talk. A million analogue tweets.

Disregarding time zones and humanity, the definitive lines are delivered on cue to a standing ovation.

The applause is amplified and repeated until the noise is overwhelming and the world trembles in awe…
And then to our collective relief, the applause is gone and replaced by a new, infinitely better phrase.

The world turns its collective head towards this latest of trends, and the irony of the recycle bin becomes clear.

A never ending cycle of increasing futility. This is digital suicide.