Sunday, September 25, 2005
Ology
I can feel the fall against my skin. Denver is filling up with all the preluding sensory cues like the foreshadow of a plot predicting the season to come. Soon the trees will be ablaze with vibrant oranges and yellows. The morning air will hit your skin like a brisk shower and coffee will finally serve a double purpose…giving both vitality of caffeine and warmth against the chilled breezes. My mind just gets so apocalyptic when I think of the future of Denver and Colorado which has been my home for all 24 years of my life. This place has always been a big city but there was that western tint to the town. There was suburban sprawl but there were always pockets of pristine open space. Where there was once land as far as the eye could see in the eastern plains of Aurora now there are subdivisions. Where there once were open fields of horses grazing off of Illiff and Quebec there is now roads being erected. Where there was once the spirit of the Wild West preserved in the layout of the Metro Area there is now the monotonous drown of construction sites forever carving the landscape into rich men’s concrete toy box. I guess I’m now Lao-Tzu because my embrace to these changes in null. I feel threatened and very saddened by my old home. This maudlin feeling overcomes my stomach as I think of the land in East Aurora, the land that was once a Native American burial ground now has an International Airport covering its history. The landfill that grows taller and taller by day as the houses from the north keep moving south toward the site…there is now a mountain in the east. I can remember in middle school living in a lower middle class (ghetto) neighborhood that bordered the Stapleton Airport. One of the biggest reasons they moved the airport was to move the pollution and jet fueled sound of Stapleton away from the near-by residences. Now they are building apartments condos and homes smack dab near the new airport…what a little over 10 years later. It amazes me how people forget. I wonder if centuries from now civilizations will persist remembering the shadows of their ancestors. They will live realizing the faults of this generation’s need for consumption and destruction of the planet. Where once in the past people took advantage of scientific discovery to portray their views like Hitler’s plan of eugenics. We now have politics that fulfill the capitalistic sinister desires for money. Our future generations might find a unifying government and science but I know they’ll have some vice up their alley in which they won’t be able to overcome. It’s just the natural order of the world. Light feeds off the darkness and the darkness feeds off the light…I guess really nothing has changed. Yeah we fought a civil war in this country to free the slaves but blacks couldn’t even attend the same schools as whites as little as 40 years ago? Everyday slavery is glorified on the T.V. as Nike puts up its just do it symbol there is a sweat shop laboring to give us our precious goods. Out of sight out of mind, I guess. It’s midnight and I’m tired…I’m really not sure where I was going with this rant except to say my home is being destroyed and I feel so helpless.
I can feel the fall against my skin. Denver is filling up with all the preluding sensory cues like the foreshadow of a plot predicting the season to come. Soon the trees will be ablaze with vibrant oranges and yellows. The morning air will hit your skin like a brisk shower and coffee will finally serve a double purpose…giving both vitality of caffeine and warmth against the chilled breezes. My mind just gets so apocalyptic when I think of the future of Denver and Colorado which has been my home for all 24 years of my life. This place has always been a big city but there was that western tint to the town. There was suburban sprawl but there were always pockets of pristine open space. Where there was once land as far as the eye could see in the eastern plains of Aurora now there are subdivisions. Where there once were open fields of horses grazing off of Illiff and Quebec there is now roads being erected. Where there was once the spirit of the Wild West preserved in the layout of the Metro Area there is now the monotonous drown of construction sites forever carving the landscape into rich men’s concrete toy box. I guess I’m now Lao-Tzu because my embrace to these changes in null. I feel threatened and very saddened by my old home. This maudlin feeling overcomes my stomach as I think of the land in East Aurora, the land that was once a Native American burial ground now has an International Airport covering its history. The landfill that grows taller and taller by day as the houses from the north keep moving south toward the site…there is now a mountain in the east. I can remember in middle school living in a lower middle class (ghetto) neighborhood that bordered the Stapleton Airport. One of the biggest reasons they moved the airport was to move the pollution and jet fueled sound of Stapleton away from the near-by residences. Now they are building apartments condos and homes smack dab near the new airport…what a little over 10 years later. It amazes me how people forget. I wonder if centuries from now civilizations will persist remembering the shadows of their ancestors. They will live realizing the faults of this generation’s need for consumption and destruction of the planet. Where once in the past people took advantage of scientific discovery to portray their views like Hitler’s plan of eugenics. We now have politics that fulfill the capitalistic sinister desires for money. Our future generations might find a unifying government and science but I know they’ll have some vice up their alley in which they won’t be able to overcome. It’s just the natural order of the world. Light feeds off the darkness and the darkness feeds off the light…I guess really nothing has changed. Yeah we fought a civil war in this country to free the slaves but blacks couldn’t even attend the same schools as whites as little as 40 years ago? Everyday slavery is glorified on the T.V. as Nike puts up its just do it symbol there is a sweat shop laboring to give us our precious goods. Out of sight out of mind, I guess. It’s midnight and I’m tired…I’m really not sure where I was going with this rant except to say my home is being destroyed and I feel so helpless.
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