he sat bitterly thinking about the conversation. mulling over just how full of shit he felt. drowning in it. it seemed funny then, the chatter of following dreams and whatever other cheap bumper sticker slogans that defined his generation. dreams characterized by the consumption that plagued us, seeking stamps and approval. forgetting or distracted from utility, emphasizing a cultural upheaval that lead compass north to apathy. he realized that he was another cog in the problem, and although identifying and accepting were neighbors, it wasn't until now that he introduced himself.