Apparently the world's human population is due to hit seven billion this month. Am I the only one to find this fact profoundly depressing and demoralising? In all honesty, how can anyone take themselves seriously as a so-called individual knowing that the planet is now crawling with swarms and swarms of what are essentially only variations on a theme of oneself? And yet all the while, thanks to the relentless bombardment of the media, the internet, advertising etc. we are told how wonderful, amazing and fabulous and new everything is. I mean, please. Just pass the puke bucket.
It seems to escape all of the optimistic morons out there that with the exponential rise of the human species, freedom will diminish, food will diminish, the earth will degrade even quicker and so on. We all know the drill. And yet there was some self-satisfied jerk, whose name I thankfully forget and who's recently authored a book entitled An Optimist's Guide to the Future, writing in the UK Times hailing the 7 billion number as a wonderful thing, as it would lead to more "geniuses" being born, greater "creativity" and "resourcefulness" and all the rest of the shit. Yes, throw petrol on a fire, watch it burn and congratulate yourself on how much taller the flames are getting. What an asshole.
My apologies for this rant. I'm just feeling very tired and jaded at present with humanity and its farcical activities and its insatiable greed and egotism. I'd really like to just live in a tower in the countryside somewhere, listen only to classical music and read only Lovecraft, Ligotti and Huysmans, perhaps chuckling fiendishly to myself as I read a weekly digest of humanity's latest progress toward the abyss.