blurred
There can be a real thin line between “very fine people” and “sons of bitches.” There can be a real thin line between between putting your hands up and the gun powder exploding into the air — split second, wrong move, gone.
We live in a society of blurred lines, crossed lines, and imaginary lines; in a society of split seconds and hashtags; of influencers and Instagram models.
A society that trends a celebrity’s pregnancy over massive natural disasters and the death tolls of innocent civilians — because it’s not inside our little bubble, it’s not our problem.
How did we get here?
-n. (stoned, bedroom)