False Minima

The sky is falling in … affluence buys some, many, idle hours, days, lives even.

Seeking purpose, channeling education, fuelling emotions, what better than to focus on that as yet unpossessed, or that which is seemingly lost?

Some call this entitlement. I call it delusional; to mind comes those minimisation routines of yesteryear, forever bouncing between false minima.

Truth is, people are more fun when they are vaguely focused on survival. Or, at the very least, can recall such a time.