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What’s the dimension you live in? 2 or 4D? How many fractals are you subdivided in?
I hear beats and see freaks. I don’t live in LA but it feels that is what we’re all trying to reach: The Hollywood Hills. Copying and pasting what we hear and see. Lacking originality. Wasting individuality. Remeshing in 3D, eyeing at uniformity. Here I am lecturing myself, looking up for greatness. Drafting is all I seem to achieve and mediocrity is what keeps selling.
Quelle est ta dimension ? 2 ou 4D ? De combien de fractales te composes-tu ?
J’entends des répétitions, je perçois des monstres. LA n’est pas ma maison, mais j’ai l’impression que c’est ce que nous essayons tous d’atteindre : The Hollywood Hills pour horizon. Copier et coller ce que nous entendons et voyons. Manquer d’originalité. Perdre son individualité. Remesher en 3D, viser l’uniformité. Me voilà en train de me faire la leçon, à la recherche de grandeur. Des brouillons, c’est tout ce que je semble réaliser, face à cette médiocrité qui continue de vendre.
Have you ever considered distancing yourself from others? The Other? Why are we obsessing over belonging to something? Does that not take away our sense of individuality? Finding a way to affirm our personality within a social sphere would make more sense. Essentially. Long story short, a discreet ellipse in the narrative. I left my home to get lost among the crowd; to disappear and become another shadow in the urban landscape and the grand scheme of things. Yet the itch to stand out still catches me, even in the big city. The easy route now would be to head back home and make a place of my own…
The comparison with others, la comparaison avec l’Autre.
Is it going to pay your bills? Make you happy? Oh no, wait, I see. Envy and jealousy prevent heart disease, the diet to follow to succeed. AN UNDENIABLE SUCCESS. Constantly pointing at what’s missing, highlighting what is failing. A fresh breeze of rotten eggs emanating from your inner self. I’m guilty of it, trust me. Carrying that flesh or her carrying me brings out a lot of uncertainty — until one breaks free. From friends to lovers and family members, competition/comparison casts a shadow aiming to suck your last drop of honour. Your self-respect thrown down the toilet.
Then, there’s appearances. Multiplied identities.
Trends might well be the death of individuality. We, the social cameleons, master the art of adapting and changing our appearances depending on the social situation. To-fit-in. *Imagine the sound of my revulsion right here* I fear that if more of us would dive into solitude on our own terms, the world would take a turn. Isn’t it a practice of truly living that of sitting with oneself, and pondering where that self has been and how it can still exist?
J’avais pas compris que de recréer ce qui nous plaît copié-collé renforçait le sens d’individualité, d’identité. Et moi qui croyais que se l’approprier, le transformer et l’adapter à ce qui nous ressemble, c’était ça s’affirmer. Au fond, on reste des animaux ; la répétition de comportements autres, ça relève de l’évolution. Naturellement. Ceci n’est pas un pamphlet exigeant la fin de toute copie mais comprenez-le plutôt comme un cri de désespoir de ne pas voir le monde afficher son soi dans toute sa splendeur. Arrêtons la copie à l’identique ; revendiquons notre singularité si hypnotique.
THINKING. Where it all began. Where mouths are shut and ears muffled. THINKING. A freedom stolen from us, a right we’re giving up on. THINKING. Or sculpting the selves through hardship. THINKING. The act of learning. THINKING. A wealth in becoming.
THINKING.
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