locust sometimes the world just falls away from you everything crumbles and fades memories are plated in gold and tarnished by the present nothing seems quite the same quality fails depth evaporates the things that once defined are crowded by the indiscernible and we all settle for less once again you're alone your life stolen away your individuality robbed and mass produced fadded, trendy, and eventually thrown away discarded so that someone else could be chewed up and spit out the social locust and you have nothing not even yourself last week's news without ever being the headline scoffed at "poser" but the original...