  It's 6:30 PM at The Richmond Arms. The pub is slowly starting to fill with people anxious for time to slow down and their beer mugs refilled. Everyone around the table is hanging onto their beers for dear life. After a few sips, someone builds up the courage to start the meaningless chain of conversation. The same movie references circulate around the table—The Simpsons, Troy, South Park, Zoolander, Friday, Passion, The Chapelle Show. The person who knows the most movie references goes home a champion. If we run out of movie references, we move to music references, bouncing between solo artists, record labels, bands, and genres.
We engross ourselves in entertainment to escape from what is real. Why reach out to humanity and feel what is real when you can simply press play from your couch and get instant numbness. We rush to the pub to exchange macho laughter and go back home to do more work so that we can buy more movies. Something seems to be missing. 
