The future of man

I caused myself the greatest torment forming relationships with images… I continiously judged the books by their covers… Covers that I assigned values to… Covers, images, that were meaningless aside from my wanted them to have some meaning… I see it now, I understand it… and still there is the part, the thought, that lusts for the image


Isn't revenge the biggest draw at the box office? Why so angry? At what?

Did it just start when we'd been here a while.. after we'd seen what we'd seen?

Or does it follow us here from the past? The history of mankind stored in genetic memory?

What would we kill to make it stop? What would quench this fire