Its been quite a while since we have spoken. A number of years in fact. Things have gone on, things have changed, things have been born and things have died, and things have stayed the same. But this isn't about me or you. Its about where we are at now.

Back then, the time was full of spark, full of change. We were brimming on the verge of something destructive, but something amazing. The feeling was one of hopelessness, but inside that there was a glimmer of insight, that deep down we knew what was going on, that we were on top of things.

I need to ask something now. Where the fuck is it?

It's like it has totally gone.

It doesn't matter what substratum, what political movement, what religion, what social club, what vein of postmodern intellectual think tank you subscribe to - it can and will be deconstructed and ripped apart, to be replaced with a hollow essence of dissectional achievement. Even if what you do is of benefit to all mankind, there will be something or someone to pull it apart under a cloak of apathetic, modern day dissonance. Nothing matters anymore. We have seen it all, weve had it all explained to us. Now we are just fucking bored.

We have had the whole of the universe laid out bare in front of us, yet we frolic in the folly of meaningless tripe. Perhaps this has always been the case. Perhaps its just part of our constitution. Humans are a fickle lot - the kind to niggle and pick at the details rather than see the bigger picture. The kind to take fancy in that which is transient and non lasting as opposed to that which is reliable and resourceful.

Everyone has their niche. And everyone thinks their niche is superior. A certain arrogance follows us around like a cloud. The niche kicks in even as you read these words. You might be thinking "Whats this bullshit post-modern nonsense" or "That makes a fuck-load of sense". Either way, its there. Our heads are filled with information now, so much information that we have absolutely no idea how to process it all, yet we crave more of it. We crave it so we can work our niche filter, so we can feel like our particular selection of the cultural spectrum has solidarity. It could be Jessica Simpsons tits, or a baby being blown up in Iraq, we all have an opinion, we all have a voice. But the problem is, it goes to nothing. You're screaming at a wall. We have the most opportunities we have ever had in history to speak, but ironically, its all turned to white noise.

There is a particular theory in the world of nano-technology called "grey goo". This theory suggests that while microscopic bots are programmed to perform a certain task, there is the slightest of chances that these bots may break their programming and be able to self replicate. As these bots operate on a molecular level, they steal molecules from other areas in order to create new material. The grey goo theory stipulates that an out of control nano-bot population will recreate itself using whatever it can. It might take the molecules out of your arm, or out of a tree or the wheel of a car, but it will use these molecules to self replicate. As it does this, over time, the world and indeed the universe will become nothing more than a vapid wasteland of grey goo.

While the science of this theory may be questionable, in a strange way, the theory works to express our condition.

We are traversing in a pool of grey goo. We are self replicating for no real purpose. Our sense of dignity and hope is becoming consumed in a colour wash of materialism and nonsense. Even those who once had heart, even as far ago as a few years back, are diminishing. Our world is becoming bland and grey. As the world becomes smaller, its life is choked. As technology progresses, it strangles that which is good. As randomness proliferates, nothing is interesting. We've seen the same shocking images and footage a thousand fold. Amuse me! Bring to me something my corneas will soak in for a few moments, then let me search for something new.

We are desensitized, over-fed, over-screened, over-obsessed, uncaring, unthinking masses of grey goo. Our heart is drowning in the sea, our throats are strangled by the wires, our eyes are blinded by screens and our minds are filled with static. We exist right now, only to fill our world with garbage. To only replicate.

We have two choices. Wake up from the static, or drown in it.

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