k-punk

I DON'T KNOW WHETHER TO LAUGH OR CRY

no, I have the pallor of the Lower Middle Class, the self defeating approach to life, the belief it stops here with job with lifelessness. I don't know why they have an illness called Depression. That's just being Lower Middle Class isn't it? The intelligence but not the confidence to express it, the rising anger that rarely erupts. From Sean's blog, Crumbling Loaf . Crumbling Loaf has made an art of too close-to-the-bone, painfully funny, funnily painful posts. Nothing much happens, over and over again, forever. The real secret life of a generation of Sad not Lad males, dissolutely unable to focus on any clear goals, but unable to relinquish the ghost of ambition, the desire to do something - but what? - else. I must go on, I can't go on, you know the drill. The tantalizing feeling of waiting for a train that left years ago, of waiting interminably when you know you should have arrived long ago.

Crumbling Loaf is like the interior monologues of the characters in Peep Show , (sample from Friday's episode, : [Mark wandering around the supermarket] 'Life is full of pain, desolation, why do we pretend otherwise? [Spots a tin on special offer] Ooooh, look, 33% off...)' The lurching between a total existential void and the comforting lure of trivia - Crumbling Loaf renders that horribly familiar experience all-too vividly.