Why is it that people can no longer spit on the dead? Where is the insensitivity which lit up the faces and minds of people around the globe? Who has placed a censor on our thoughts and actions? Where is the fire, the passion? Who is to blame for leading us into this age of decadence and sensitivity, where the air is so quiet that it's stifling and where souls must take refuge in the shreds of normal life (Twitter), in the illusions of others (Facebook, Myspace), in the empty promises of salvations, and in the delusions of the dormant life? Where are the activists, the demonstrators, the trailblazers? Who will resurrect the walking dead? Who will show us the path? Who will lead us?
When is the day when everything will change?