Sunless Horizons Digression #1 By Michael Dykstra
You see, all three were pill popping, line snorting, weed smoking, booze guzzling, sex addicted, educated, suburban white males. Every new beginning, every changed venue, every new girl, they always led to the same place, that is, to nowhere. College life was a blitz, never really conscious of the moment because there was always some other moment merging into it.
Class wasn’t time spent focusing on the material at hand, despite the fact that their grades reflected this. Instead, class became just another part of the distraction of their lives. This country had done something to its youth and they were aware of it only insomuch as they could ignore it. When your life has been all about getting ready to go to college so you can be a success, another player in the machine of Neo-American Capitalism, then you believe in its value. Until, one morning, you wake up in a bush and wonder what the fuck you are doing there, the whiskey fumes still feeding intoxication. What they really learned in college was how to self-medicate. Theories, formulas, business models, computer programs, languages, marketing strategies, philosophies, they all led to the same place; death.
The trio went back home after college where a devastatingly painful experiment in self-discovery awaited them. What had changed? Had they? They discussed what troubled them, what still managed to excite them out of the apathy of their now seemingly fruitless reality…
