Rachel Palmer

I feel as if I’m becoming more and more detached from what reality used to be. Indifferent. This is the summer of mind and body displacement. The day is inspiring, sober sunlight, conscious thoughts. The night is inspiring as I always end up floating from one place to the next in a haze of my own energy. All corners of the city. Something//someone is always somewhere and that’s where we’re going. Who are all these goddamn people anyway? The collective subconscious of the Echo Boomers is absolutely unbelievable. Completely unattainable yet so vulnerable and illusive. It’s in all of us. This is what we are, this is what we do. We feed off each others energies, ideas, movements. Our addiction to human interaction. Our addiction to substance. Our addiction to connection. Our personas. Living life through so many mediums. It’s actually really intense looking back on being a blissfully ignorant child compared to how we now choose to live our lives. What a time to be alive and experience this. 2010, you have never been heard of but now you’re here and we’re going to mess you up. Utterly ridiculous