Existence.

These are photographs taken 2 years or so ago that have been lying dormant in my untouched collection of "forgotten memories". Ironical, yes. The collection is ever growing & never exhaustive. ): Just as the cyclical nature of existence.

Scenes overlooking the city in which I currently reside - but by no means the place where I originate - & thankfully so. Boxed up within those uniform units, I cannot help despairing at the fact that most are consumed by their own insatiable appetite for material to embellish or enlarge these confined, uneventful enclosures to which they are ridiculously subjected, rather than finding means to escape this asphyxiating constriction both on the physical being & on the mind. It calls to mind this excerpt by Du Bois:

"... To make men, we must have ideals, broad, pure, and inspiring ends of living, -- not sordid money-getting, not apples of gold. The worker must work for the glory of his handiwork, not simply for pay; the thinker must think for truth, not for fame. And all this is gained only by human strife and longing; by ceaseless training and education; by founding Right on righteousness and Truth on the unhampered search for Truth."

-W.E.B. Du Bois, The Souls of Black Folk

Have such idealistic desires of men crossed the minds of these captives in this day & age? It's really for one to ponder. In the midst of having monetary & immediate needs fulfilled, what more can this species of 'supremacy' ask for - just as all the other species which they deem substandard with relations to themselves?