As with many others on here, I am a member of the Oughts. Our generation has come to fruition and maturity in the decade of nil. Our parents' were the Worst Generation born of the Greatest Generation. Its up to us writers, us dreamers, to lay down plans for our peers, to cut through the fog of late-stage global capitalism bullshit, to decide if we want more of our parents' world or if we want it to die with them and create something better.
I try to be a word smith and allow language to dance, revealing life beneath. As Bradbury said, the good writers touch life often. The mediocre ones run a quick hand over her. The bad ones rape her and leave her for the flies. Occam's chainsaw can be applied to society, humanity, and post-modern civilization.