This generation is not one of apathy. There are incentives, and their lack. We walk around with necklaces of clouds, and our nostrils getting more than their supply of air. We're kings and queens of convenience, but we do not lie low, nor do we slouch.

I don't believe we are apathetic. Apathy involves detatchment, adn we are not detatched. We are immersed, our wrinkled fingers clamping our noses shut, and our all-seeing eyes stinging from the salt.

When our 14 year olds prance around pompously in cardboard bras too large for their swollen nipples, and our little boys speak of things too big to fit into their little mouths, it sets you thinking. What do we think? What do you think? What do you want us to think? What do we want you to think? There are those who complain about it, and there are those who shrug it off as a 21st century prerogative, and move on.

There are only two types of people in this world. Those who dream in colour, and those who don't.

We're always so full of this dramatic irony. Once we were so used to the spotlight, and we strutted and fretted. It signifies nothing now, all that fury. It takes on a new form, and boldly emblazons itself on our sleeves. It is our creed- this awareness. It is a motto, unspoken of but running through every drop of teenage blood- the heroes, the villains, the ones who light and the ones who are lit. We are martyrs for this cause, all of us. The only thing that can be held against us is our overawareness, but it's killed us anyway.

All we can do before it does, is spray-paint our names on a wall, hoping that someone will see it after we're gone.