Recommended song to dress your background with, while you read <<
A series of exponential questions that keeps on giving. Or taking. Yet who wants to ever experience the acidic feeling of two freshly developed (blank) films? It smells like the darkroom is rotting.
*…Excuse-me?
Seeking that light asks for contemplative moments in the dark, so does looking at a nude series (or prohibited practices).
.After the bliss, the cringe.
– SAME//TRAGIC//ENDING – Learning how to conjugate “asphyxiating,” while resembling overused leather. Uncomfortably easing. Vulgarising a sense of reality and routine. Sometimes presenting it more complex than needs be to better sell the idea of grandiosity.
IN DIFFERENT WORDS:
Terrifying.Terrifying.Terrifying.Terrifying.Terrifying.Terrifying.Terrifying.Terrifying.Terrifying.Terrifying.Terrifying.Terrifying.Terrifying.Terrifying.Terrifying.Terrifying.Terrifying.Terrifying.Terrifying.Terrifying.Terrifying.Terrifying.Terrifying.Terrifying.Terrifying.Terrifying.Terrifying.Terrifying.Terrifying.Terrifying.Terrifying.Terrifying.Terrifying.Terrifying.Terrifying.
La parodie qui s’invente une vie. The gloss (or lubrication) that keeps on shining. Pas besoin de revenir. C’est pas comme ça que j’avais compris. Trying too hard rarely serves the mean, if anything – in what regards the personal life at least. However, when it comes to the job, it doesn’t apply as much.
Lacking the meaning.Lacking the meaning.Lacking the meaning.Lacking the meaning.Lacking the meaning.Lacking the meaning.Lacking the meaning.Lacking the meaning.Lacking the meaning.Lacking the meaning.Lacking the meaning.
Wearing boring ties, cheap “tailoring” – not that it deserves this naming – and misery as artifice won’t help reaching for the finite answer. It will most likely add to the infinity of exclamation marks followed by the question ones. It’s all but one big mess in ebullition. The romanticised quest for meanings ending up as multiple rationalities, several ways of asserting.
The bullshit story.
Everyday getting lost in translation, rejecting all sorts of redemption – for the one and unique reason that one knows it all once and for all. Why bother stepping out of the comfort zone when the pool of abundance overflows with self-compliments and heals the fragile ego. //// Don’t mind yourself asking_________
*…Excuse-you?
The one-to-one eroticism within the numerous ga(s)ps. The faulty consciousness of finding beauty in plainness – and exhilaration. Projecting the controlled illusion onto the reason, slowly swallowing. That potent heroine.