talking about a revolution

where is the angry undercurrents, dissenting voices? the fire, the passion! we need some drama here. people walk around like zombies, deadened looks in their eyes, only living for the next pint in the pub. they need life, they need God. they need something to boil their blood and rouse the fire within their lifeless souls! i feel like i'm living in Tim Burton's corpse bride land. where the living are dead, and the dead living. this is a culture in decay, decay because of complacency, loose morals and political correctness. manchester, it looks vibrant but it is really a ghost town.

this rambling post is attributed to the stress of research projects and reading too much elizabeth gaskell novels.