Pleasantly Disengaged

Referendums, elections, coruption, graduation and art play little tunes in my intestines, as my reproductive system refuses to work again. This is the moment to disengage, embrace melancholia in my femine genius and produce a body of work that will help age me like a fine wine. Apathy has become a baneful word, the frustration of all doers everywhere, especially people who would like to be one's representative, but find a lack of quantity to justify their excessive actions. There is necessity in apathy, as humans we live, die and try to come to terms with both events in the middle.

Now apathy is desired. Don't worry about your fiscal health, your disengagement will be satisfied through your material goods. I use my melancholy to deal with a rather obsessive form of stress, and a brain that deals in constant activity to the great dismay of my lack of ability to control my emotions.

Disengage from the art assumptions, but not from the political rhetoric. Rhetoric is portrayed as a negative, something the world could do without. Rhetoric is simply a system of convincing, something that humans must do because as of yet we are not telepathically linked. We are experiential in our understanding, and rhetoric is a tool to convey that understanding in the most appealing way possible. The rhetoric of the student society at my university is to out me as a conspiritorial participant, my very nature bringing negative connotations to whatever I touch. I have disengaged, because I am too personal. I'm authoritarian, I believe things must be a certain way because it is right. My path to disengagement is healthy for an authoritarian, a necessary step in the quest for empathy, or whatever the goal of life happens to be.

Apathy is the disease of capitalism, the free world doesn't care that it's free, it simply wants to be righteous.