It is still all Philip Larkin and George Orwell to me, that is how I have seen it since I was fourteen and uncovered their books. They did not depress me as you might expect - they inspired me and energised me. I still fail to understand the plastic excitement people have around 'going on holiday to Disney' I know groups of people who have collectively contributed 100,000's of pounds to Disney experiences and they are closer to Big Brother or Huxleys 'Soma' than they think. Of course there is nothing wrong with it, what is wrong with it is that people are committed to working fifty weeks of the year to save for two weeks doing something they watch on TV every week, essentially they are in a "subscription" model or Truman Show type existence. My choice is to do something fifty weeks of the year I love and then have two shit weeks in bed, you get the idea. Those that know me will know this rarely goes to plan but at least I know I am alive and get check in with myself at airports for the experience - again.
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