Burn Baby, Burn.

<-- not mine.

When was the last time you looked at someone? I mean, really look at them? See the crevices on their face, the light in their eyes, their soul etched into the dark shadows and planes of their features? Who were they? Where were they from? So many unanswered questions, or maybe questions never asked, never thought of. People don’t see people anymore. They look at each other with a passing glance, and see a mask, an empty mask, void of emotion, they don’t stop to wonder and think about them, that is not socially acceptable. When did it become unacceptable to think? Why are we not allowed to voice our thoughts and feelings to the crowd? When was the last time we did that? Had a revolution, or a rebellion. Nowadays people just sit and stare at the television, glued, focused on the painted plastic faces of the people they have never met. People they never will meet, shallow robotic faces, saying meaningless lines. “Hello, Jim.”, “Hello, Ray. It is Ray, right?”, “Yes, blahblahblah” and so on. Now is the time to fight back against ourselves, against this illness that is slowly killing us. It used to be a sin, you know, sloth. But now, who even remembers what a sin was? Who even cares? We are all too busy sitting in front of our mirrors, letting them do all the thinking for us, because it’s illegal to think, to think is illegal. I’m thinking, what is so bad about it? Why is it such a bad thing to have my own thoughts? I don’t want to sit and grow old without learning things, without knowing why the sun sets and why it rises. If it even does anymore. I’ve been sitting here thinking so much I forgot to check and see if the sun fell out of the sky today. Not that anyone would care, anyway. Because people forgot everything we used to know. There was a time when it wasn’t like this. I remember, I was very young, just a little child. And my mother would read to me, she would read. Do people today read anymore? I don’t know. I’m not supposed to know. No one is supposed to know anything anymore. When will we change this? Let us all have a little rebellion. Let us start at home. With the refection in the mirror, start with changing yourself. Make yourself change. and do it, not because I tell you to, you wouldn’t listen to me anyway, you are too happy with your painted-plastic faces and meaningless words, but try. Just this once. Try to think. Think. Believe in something. Go ahead, try it.

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English assignment from the beginning of the year.

It was inspired by the book Fahrenheit 451.

I suggest you read it if you haven't.

It's brilliant.