Utopia has been sanitised

This is the era of transferable skills. Of ambition held for ambitions sake. We train to work; we work to live; we live to change. Groping for substance we meditate, medicate, accumulate and copulate, in accordance with the scriptures. Our ethics a question of consumption, to be bought with coffee beans. Our recycling a metaphor for who we are. Perhaps we are entitled to ask if it was ever any better than this? But surely yes; things were political once. Now multi-coloured wristbands and marches for soundbites (not causes) stand in pathetic parody of history, packaged revolution for the media age (the revolution will in fact be televised). All violence has been evacuated from The Dream. In the era of transferable skills it is only natural the celebrity can replace the intellectual. A moronic and banal generation clothed only in our cynicism. We deserve this.