When growing up you think everything in life is in its place. Set in stone, marble perhaps? But stable nevertheless. As if it’s that cheap takeaway shop everyone has hidden in the corner of some sketchy neighbourhood that everyone swears isn’t the shit, however they’ve never been inside themselves, so little do they know that the shitty eatery, with the rude dirty server/chef, with absolutely no hospitality or manners that somehow manages to stay open all these years serves the best whatever the fuck they make.

Literally.

No lie.

Literally.

That’s what its described as on the menu, so I really don’t know what the hell I’m eating, but for some reason couldn't care less since it’s disgustingly delicious. Even though theres only two tables with no chairs available, most likely so that customers can’t get too comfortable and piss off the owner, but comfortable enough that the table sits just below elbow height facing the outside of the shop window, probably so that not only does the owner not have to look at his dirty customers, but they themselves don’t have to look too closely at the disheveled store and realise how unpleasant it really is. To top it off condiments aren’t available and the stain in the centre of the table has been there since the store first opened. Me… knowing this, is a testament to my own taste, but I can assure you my pallet is unrivalled; within budget of course.

The two tables being secured and bolted down is an unapologetic reminder that we may be customers in the store, however we’re not always right, nor is the owner going to take a chance and risk his establishment for some lowlifes. Distrusting strangers is common place considering the area has experienced seasonal looting, but with all these negatives customers still return because at the end of the day what everyone really wants is stability. Seeing the same faces, thinking you know everything there is to know of the area, and experiencing the same shit you complain about to the same grubby guy who just begged from you no more than 5 minutes ago, but happily engage in conversation with since a routine has been set and to be honest, discreetly you secretly like the discussion since it gives you the monthly dose of genuine human contact you so desperately crave. After all, in a world where a set in stone lifestyle and beliefs is now so far from reality that what we feel, think, see, smell and hear cannot be trusted.

I know everyone has their own experiences, but I never really questioned anything... We all lived our lives thinking nothing could ever shake us, nothing in this world could possibly break us, nothing will change us. The cruel reality that our minds, decisions, lifestyle, choices and free will are nothing but an exaggerated lie to keep us from getting out of line.

Well that’s what I thought... So here I am to tell you,

We cannot be trusted.

I cannot be trusted.

You cannot be trusted.

For this is a world where everything is online.