I don’t know it was something I ate, but I had a dream that a dragon named Drake showed up to an indoor basket ball court and want to challenge Drake the “rapper” to a battle because the dragon sincerely hated Drake and thought he sucked. Seriously. I did dream this. Here’s what the Drake the dragon said to Drake:
"Keep my daggers clean like teeth whitening, I flash bright like lightning and like a Spike Lee joint I always do the the right thing. I walk so close to the edge, it’s frightening. Spit shit so dope it’s like a kung fu fight scene. But you ain’t nothing like me. Played out like an internet trite meme. I write things and you bite things. Like a baby your ass still needs a wiping. I shit gold. Your shit’s old. Spit words so hot like fire they’re piping. I’m like a viking, but I don’t have to steal all your wives because they already like me, because I am the mic king."
I think the dragon won.
My main critique in any elite popular culture phenomenon (which today’s is primarily of the hipster variety) is that there is never any shame in being derivative. It’s almost wholly ignored. With every iteration of elite self-awareness there’s concerted effort at confrontation and hostility toward any criticism that attempts at quantifying or labeling cultural movements while attempting to convince themselves that this all hasn’t been been done before. I am no fool. I have read Ecclesiastes and agree with it. The perpetrators or participants of this elite culture fear and despise being hemmed into a single corner as it makes me them feel undermined and invalidated by stealing away any amount of their self perceived superiority and relevance. Why can’t one simply exist and traverse this plane with out every step along the way being some version of high school played out on a grand stage where people seem to gravitate towards ideas and groups that align most with their own sensibilities and stave off all other groups with sticks, words, knives or bombs. Life is too short to just not be. We’ve got 70’s years at the most to make the best of things. Who cares. Stop caring and shutting the world out and just start enjoying every sunrise you are privileged to be alive to even see. You’re definitely not too good for that… I hope.
I lost her. I left her behind. I had every intention of returning to her.