Are you ok with your decay?

I'm wondering. I've been reading Philip Roth's Everyman and listening to Grandaddy's The Sophtware Slump. Not necessarily at the same time. 

They're both about decay. The first about the decay of the human body and the second about the decay of computers and technology. But Grandaddy may actually be using the decay of obsolete technology as a metaphor for the decay of human relationships. Heartbreak to give it another name.

So are you ok with your decay?

It's not fucking ideal is it, but what can you do!

Let's leave the last words on the matter to those much missed Californian alt-geek rockers:

In truth I'm okay with my decay

I have no voice

I have no choice 

So I rejoice