My Narrative

OLIVER STONE NARRATIVE

When I woke up on this bitter and cold day I could think of nothing else but having a cigarette and coffee to help me prepare for my day's work. I got out of bed, and immediately wanted the day to be over. There was no use in my work anymore - the world was becoming too artificial and superficial to even WANT to go places, meet people, talk to others... As I added some whiskey to my coffee and lit my cigarette, I pondered what this cold and dark day would bring. Would I meet new people? Would they be just as fake as everyone else? Probably. Would I see or experience new places, emotions, feelings? No doubt. As I took the last drag of my cigarette, I cursed the world out loud. What was this society coming to? Nothing seemed real anymore, the world was becoming too hell bent on technological innovations and never pays any attention to what's REALLY there. Poverty, homelessness, addiction, war... Still thinking about the carelessness of modern society, I put on my shoes, scarf and hat and headed out into the frosty cold of the Aloha area in the afternoon.