Smitty's Back Lot, Long Island
The love of opinion is strong. In this craving to hear other's conjecture there is an expected validation of one's own inalienable right to voice conclusions. This scenario is preferable to not having the opportunity to voice opinion at all, granted, but the entitlement passes into the absurd quickly. Values are founded upon the sandy ground of billions of shouting ones and zeros, a culture that can often have little to do with physical experience yet creeps, wolf in sheep's clothing style, into daily life. It is a subworld of minutiae reckoned reason, an assumption of constant public valuation both insurmountably tantalizing and terribly vacant.