It's been nearly a year.

In today's post- post-modernist society the human being will at some point, to one degree or another question it's place in the world to one degree or another. It might be anywhere on the spectrum, dependent almost entirely on that particular person's education, social class, upbringing. Taking perhaps a post post modernist approach toward the human being I find it safe, or at the very least comforting to state that aside from genetics whose impact is enormous though not insurmountable the human being is tabula rasa and writes their own story in life-is their own storyteller. We all write our lives down on a piece of paper, second by second, no different than any figure in any literary novel. I can of course hear the protestations, "but I'm real!" to which I respond, for the sake of argument and for right now, you are, but after you're dead and some millennia pass, you won't be and very little to nothing you did will be remembered so no, if you're lucky you'll be a memorable story, if not, which is more likely, you'll be a mediocre one.

In this era which has been analyzed and dissected ad nauseum to perhaps no or little avail I am cheered not by empty words like hope and change. frankly my hope is that hope and change never come. Words like this are complete claptrap, devoid of all meaning, mind numbing statist nationalistic propaganda muttered-No! declared with complete confidence as to their complete and unarguable truth with a capital T!, mind you.

While in prison Antonio Gramsci predicted, "The old world is dying away, and the new world struggles to come forth: now is the time of monsters". In "Revolt And Crisis In Greece" Dimitris Dalakoglou and Antonis Vradis write, "We remember Gramsci, but we remember what a "monster" is to begin with: it is a hybrid living being-usually part human-part animal. The fear it induces in humans is precisely due to its resemblance to them. In the film Red Dragon Hannibal Lecter, in a letter to FBI agent Will Graham writes, "We live in a primitive time, don't we, Will? Neither savage nor wise. Half measures are the curse of it. A rational society would either kill me or put me to some use." These few sentences bring rise the suspicion of some darkness, some savagery, as well as complete unwillingness to confront face to face our own self. We deny the very existence of this prospect, that we are not as civilized as we tell ourselves. We are not as humane as we tell ourselves. We are not as nice as we tell ourselves. In fact most of us hide beneath a thinly self constructed veneer of fibs we construct for ourselves in order to just function as a useful cog in society. Most ancient societies, which we think of savage now, or less just, dealt with this aspect of humanity in a more direct fashion. The ancient greeks had theatre, which were put on during the day, in the open air, sponsored by the state, not at night in a "theatre", and never free. Topics like cannibalism, incest, war, suicide, murder, were brought to light. If a politician, for example, broke the law or just did something the populous disapproved of, they were imprisoned, banished, or killed. In today's society our politicians are tephlon coated.