I can easily say that I subscribe to Kevin's analysis, and his own proclamations of life as superficial. It seems now, myself included in this generalization, that what we own, and what we have has become a supplement for who we are. I am how I dress, the drugs I use, the books I've read, and what I fill in my room with. That can't be true. I at least can hope not. I am too many things to see what I am, but I know that in the philisophical sense I can think, so at least I can exist.
But as to the extent of that statement's implications, I don't know what it means. What responsibilities do I inherit as knowing of my own, and others' existence, and to what extent can I be held accountable? Should I be judged for the materialism that I so ashamedly display, just as every other lost soul trying to hoard as many "things" for myself as I can?
Damn it Kevin, why'd you make me think about that crap?
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