Journal Entry, 28 April 2002[…] Watched the animé film Metropolis last night. The scene in the snow which romanticizes winter. I’m beyond that. I’m going to wake up and it’s going to be May 2004. The war in Afghanistan is over. Saddam Husein has been overthrown by an American assault. The first anniversary of the Sept 11th disaster has been celebrated and memorialized. People no longer refer to it as 9/11 nor to they constantly talk of a “before September 11th…” nor “after September 11th…”. Winter came twice. And now, in the spring of 04, the sun shines, the leaves blossom, and the primaries are under way to get rid of the bonehead president. […]

May 2004. These dark years of being lied to and being told over and over what to think and feel are over. People are too busy watching the latest DVD’s now, or playing with the latest PDA. Is this a return to the carefree days of 2000, when the world’s conscience consisted of fucking organic hippies protesting in the streets? They’ve gone back to being irrelevant, since as Buddhism ten years before, the organic thing is hip with the middle class.