And is this what we call progress?

And is this what we call progress? New technology, new foods, a new you. And what is stopping you/me from becoming infinite and immortal? What are the forces rallied against you/me that hinder your/our progress? We're/I'm so consumed by your/my job, studies, life, love and apathy, that you/I need a rest and sometimes. What difference can an individual/you/I make? A hegemony exists that keeps you locked down and makes you feel powerless, question what is in your power and what is not. Evil surrounds you and you wonder how things could have ever gotten this way. The unjust sight, the song, the movie, the book, the news article has an effect on you, but it is only temporary, not forever changing, not revolutionary. Our car is on fire and there is no driver at the wheel. What is the Gorilla without man? What is man without the Gorilla? The machine marches on and we feel as if we have no choice but to follow. And to what purpose? And is this what we call progress? The night outside is silent and beautiful, ever judging, ever forgiving. Redemption is only a decision away. Beauty is everywhere, we merely have to look for it, create and fight for it. Photos by Marcus Bleasdale.