Why is it that unless you’re dying,
you’re not supposed to notice sunsets?
So many movies make this plain!
So many novels too!
(Which you wouldn’t know,
because you don’t bother reading.)
Sunsets are only worth noticing—
only when you’re just a few moments away
from cashing out.
If you notice them before that,
you’re somehow weak,
somehow not optimizing your time,
Such is the utter moral degeneracy of our time.
Such is the utter moral degeneracy of too many
of our storytellers.
You’re supposed to be a go-getter!
You’re supposed to be industrious!
How can you notice the goddamn
sunset with your nose to the grindstone?
Only truly worthy people defer doing so
until they are just about to keel over.
“I’ve never really taken the time to notice the sunset before.”
What an admission of a life grotesquely lived!
And what a sad, sad age we live in.
Featured: Sunsets, by yours truly