By Tim Pruett

Canyons of concrete and steel, paths of asphalt, this is my home. The individual is gone. We are groups programmed into a manner of behaviour and viewpoints-hippies, silent majority, the establishment, black, redneck. Everything has its niche. It is despairing to view the controlled minds around me-unimaginative, uncritical, and very well programmed into their groups. Our societal medial grab out at our minds in an attempt to keep them from achieving individuality. My mind rebels against this. I was not created a machine!

It's been a while since I've posted. For now, I've run out of things to say so I'm resorting to sticking bits of writing that I like up.