I think that it's a good idea to shut oneself off from the outer world of reality, and instead delve into the inner-world of the psyche. I think that it's best to ignore political situations and current-events. All these things become irrelevant when you're a dreamer/seeker in the terrain of the unconscious. One gets to the stage when there is no point in differentiating between what's reality and what's fiction; one gets to the stage where one must build a self-constructed realm which is specifically modified to alter our perceptions of reality.
Fiction/art that draws ideas from reality remains fiction in the same way that reality which draws from fiction remains reality. I really fucking hate it when moronic cunts put a strong emphasis on the societal aspects of a work of fiction. For instance, take James Joyce's Dubliners or the enture oevure by Faulkner: although these works of fiction were inspired by events that occured in the real world, they still stand on their own as aesthetic works of fiction and can be enjoyed whilst ignoring the elements of 'reality' in them.
I hate values and morals. What's the fucking point in imposing these restrictions and limitations on a life which is meant to be lived to its fullest potential? It may sounds hedonistic and selfish, but self-fulfilment exceeds outer fulfilment. People that follow political events and discern a distinction between reality and fiction are solely interested in group development. Solitary pursuits surpass those pursued by groups of people that are interested in abolishing poverty or pathetic bollocks like that.
My blog entries never turn out like what I envision them to be like.
I urge you to read the introduction to J. G. Ballard's Crash or watch David Cronenberg's Videodrome to get a better idea of what I attempted to convey.