Early Hours

The early hours of the morning are
a comfort for those of our kind.
We’re the people who spend too much
time on the internet looking for that
image of some actress falling up the
stairs to get her trophy; we’re the people
who spend too much time debating
if astronauts or cavemen would win in
a fight to the death, and we’re the people
who spend too much time complaining
about a movie that was otherwise largely
forgotten about a year after it was released.

But we’re more than just that, aren’t we?
We’re the generation addicted to clichés;
we’re the generation who forgot Kony
less than a year after we first heard his name.
We’re the generation who creates the
disturbing images just for their own sake,
but no intention beyond that.

But the early hours of the morning;
they are a comfort to those like me,
and they are a comfort to those like you.
It’s in the early hours of the morning that
we get to reflect on what we’ve done
and where we’re headed and it’s in the
early hours of the morning that we realise
that life is pointless.