Torch the sky

I wish sometimes that all of my clocks would cease their ticking, the electricity would be cut off, my phone and computer would die, the car wouldn't run. I would forget what day it is. I would never know the time. I wish that I could just, for even a minute, forget which directions are north and south. That I would forget what city I'm in. That I would have nothing to depend on but myself and my feet and legs and my ideas and ideals and then, ONLY then, would I create what I really want to. What I need to. The superlatively idyllic residence consists merely of pens and paper, an acoustic guitar, and a piano. I don't need other music, because inspiration of others' ideas only results in carbon copies of generic, unoriginal shit. What makes this hard, though, is that everything has been invented already. We're only enhancing it, one tiny change at a time. Every obscure sound has already been created by someone else. You're only good if you're true. If you're innovative. If you really do something note-worthy. The only greats are the originals, the pioneers of every genre.
THIS is exactly why I wish I'd have been born in the 1950s or 60s. I wish I could've seen it all rise and fall and the fluctuation between. I hate where the recent generations are going, with electricity becoming somewhat of a symbol of a new religion. Everyone is depending on things that make every action easier for them. Everybody has become selfish and naive, and too lazy to endeavor the smallest crucible. This has brought to attention a massive reduction in the positive morality aspect of consciousness and attitude. This fall is tragic and I rest here in lament. I wish I had the voice and influence to correct this.

I want to live in isolation yet among everything.