Chronicles of the Wasteland

Before we talk about anything else, I want to make two things clear.

First, I am an artist.

Second, what I tell you is merely my thoughts conveyed through words, processed by your brain and returned to you as neural feedback. It cannot fully represent what I think.

You ask me how I plan for my personal future.

In my view, people don't need to define themselves with a passage of text that limits who they are. I call myself an artist because “artist” describes me; it doesn't restrict me. A plan, however, is exactly that kind of thing. Many people find comfort in one, then mistakenly believe it can guide them through life. In reality, every success depends on human effort. The progress of modern humanity won't happen naturally, the way cells evolve in salt water. The truly great force has always been humanity itself. People give the credit for their achievements to God, Lady Luck, emperors, and saviors. Some even credit suffering, hardship, or their enemies. That is the most tragic thing about humanity.

You ask me what's for dinner tonight.

There's a new place. I'll take you there.