You
want
to reach
the top but
it seems like
everyone else
is racing to the
bottom of a mountain
of mass-produced crap
rolling downhill impeding
your will in an avalanche of
half-assed measures imitation
flavors and little plastic souvenirs
that last ten thousand years to remind
us all that Kilroy was here on a pile of
garbage left by social climbers at the summit.

– Stew Jorgenson