Confounded Accusations

I think sometimes, think about things and you can't help getting around to math, when you've thought about things. Math comes up, i was thinking about numbers, really this stemmed from this song Eve of Destruction by Barry Mcguire, you know this song. It's like "Tell me over and over my friend, something something, Eve of destruction" So i was like, this song is 40 years old or so, that's a number, 40. So it's been like that long right? And people still feel the same way. Exactly the same. It's wierd, has there ever been a time where people look at things and thought they lived in a golden age? Prolly not. Wierd. You may leave here for 4 days in space but when you come back it's still the same place. Brilliant, total genius. I think though, looking back that he was wrong. Clearly, we survived. How? Can't tell ya, but we did and that counts for something and we'll survive a bit longer. Unless we don't. We might not. Who cares though? Not Ian Curtis that's for sure, cause he's dead. I have a real, prolly unhealthy obsession with him. I can't explain it.


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