Beneath an Eternal Neon Sky

I wrote this during a stretch where the weight of everything felt unbearable. Watching the slow, quiet collapse — not dramatic, not cinematic, just the steady erosion of things that used to matter. A society that rewards extraction over care. Individual selfishness compounding into collective decay. The algorithms, the quarterly profits, the way we’ve monetized attention and called it progress.

It feels hopeless. It still does. All the time.

And yet we keep going. Not because we’ve found meaning or peace or some quiet grace in the chaos — just because that’s what you do. You make coffee. You notice the light. You hold doors for people. The world is crumbling and you’re still paying rent, still showing up, still pretending tomorrow matters because what else is there.

This song isn’t about hope. It’s not about finding beauty in the decay. It’s just about continuing. The neon sky doesn’t care. It just glows, indifferent, while everything underneath it slowly falls apart. And you’re there beneath it, tired, watching, still breathing for reasons you can’t quite explain.

We keep going. That’s it. That’s the whole thing.