The strutters and the poseurs; empty vessels, cut adrift from where we once were. A time of show; consideration long lost to brashness.
The loud and the feckless. A trail of expletives and litter marks their passing. Affluent dregs: knowing the cost of everything and the value of nothing.
The boy racers spin in desperate attention seeking circles. Small town gangster wannabes; callow minds in neutral, devoid of any empathy or grace.
The regimented automatons, following their phones in a secondhand numbing existence. 'Ping' the celebrity bell and follow with Pavlovian conditioning.
The invisible 'old'. Long lost and forgotten; a shameful baton dropped by a too busy world, a world that stopped caring and deserves no better that this...