The Faux Pas Press #118
Traffic and the Missing Link
By Jason Fresh
08 December 2011
Traffic. I'm interested in traffic. It demonstrates so many problems in the fabric of modern life and her little bitch called Modern Man. I want to understand why the western conventions that appropriate decaying solutions to ever-present problems can't come up with new solutions for eminent problems like climate change and hunger. I watched miles of pathetic-looking motorists shuffle at a snail's pace down the H1 freeway today while I hauled ass going the other direction. I felt awful - for a second. I pondered like a jack ass, "How? How in the fuck can someone live like that for something so meaningless. Meaningless to me - I know but shit. That house on Leeward Side, fucking Waianae and shit - that was just too damn affordable. The truck, the house, the dream, the material winning that keeps all of us in the grind. My God! Is it worth sitting in two hours of fucking traffic every morning." I won't do it. I'm interested - and a little depressed about it to say the least.
Suffering. Addicted to suffering. We must be. The Idea Sickness that gets passed around like a bong and then delicately ingrained into the unconscious mind, through the walls of robotic movement, through the numbness, the Idea Sickness sits. She waits. She asks you questions while you sleep, while you cry at night, wondering and dreaming about lives you should have been living. She's oh-so-tempting. She's convinced you that life is a linear collection of good moments to be had, a product on the other side of an American dream algorithm. You? You are a function in the dream algorithm and all you have to do is increase your value. Bullshit. You must expand consciousness. Magically exercise your will, in coordination with the Universal Will, to bring about global change. Sit in traffic as long as you must. I'd rather sleep on in the back of the Fresh-o-matic 3000. I think this is the missing link between you and your happiness. (Not me and mine. I must figure out how to live life without being intensely annoyed by everyone I meet.)
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