A broadsheet man in a tabloid world

The world's quick these days, too quick for my liking. There's this unexplainable tendency to accumulate everything without ever taking stock of and enjoying what you already have.

There's no poise in anything, everything's supposed to be hustled for. There's this yearning for short term gains, with absolutely no thought about its long term consequences. You're supposed to forget about people too easily, this I never understand and probably never will. Call me old fashioned, but friendships and other relationships mean something to me and I can't just let go of them. It's not a switch that can be flicked. Everyone tries to view themselves as empathic demi gods, but from the inside they're nothing but apathic monsters 

Maybe and probably even, I'm deluded to think that people who care exist, but we all live in hope, until then I'll probably remain the man who fell in love too easily and fell out of it too slowly 

The man frozen in time :)