No, my generation didn’t die from starvation, disease, or war.

No, my generation didn’t die, sending young men to battle armies, nations, and ideas.

No, my generation didn’t die seeking an honorable death, a noble cause, and higher purpose.

No, my generation died in front of their computers, from gluttony, ignorance, and indifference, where the only passion they could muster up is a finger clicking on a mouse.

My generation died screamingly silent in apathy.

My generation died hungering for nothing but satisfaction.

My generation died diseased with overstimulation and undercontribution above and beyond any another generation before and beyond it.

No… my generation died even before it had a chance to die.