fence hopper

in our day and age, there's so much, yet so little to inspire. Everything is explained; hardly any "what-if's" left.
Most of the beloved works of today are just commentaries on how the world has turned to shit-- back then it was about the fear and wonder beyond your doorstep.
Of course, we still love to read or to listen to those ego-fueling thoughts.

It's so awe uninspiring that another simple awe uninspiring thing will take you away from that first awe uninspiring thing, whether or not you were reading, writing or listening to the former.
That's how simple it is.
And what makes it so difficult at the same time.

How can anybody make something noteable when it has to fight against yearsw of trash?
So much is left undeservingly in the gutter. No one has "time" to pay attention to anything worthwhile, they want the cheap thrill of a convenient piece of shit that won't make them think so they can fall asleep at night right away after that late night brain eating television show about how big your boobs need to be to crush a beer can.

Unfortunately, for those who want something good...
usually they are ridiculed for that 'boring looking book'.
Which is quite sad.

The only thing I can't decide is, which side of the fence this result-of-a-bored-mind piece or work should fall on.
Shit?
Or the start of something good?