This isn't just a rant, this is irritation.
the why of everything?
why does it feel like everything is being airbrushed to a sort of soulless perfection to give a false sense of paradise? Like photoshop for life, where everything looks glitzy and wonderful at a cursory glance, but poke in too hard and you see the grimy pixels no one wants you to see.
The pyramid of mediocrity, instagram for reality with a million filters and contrast adjustments..where you know it's a shit deal but you can make it look glossy and chic and momentarily forget about it, and even if you don't, you've to look at the the filtered reality to feel "hey, it's not so bad" and you get on with it anyway.
The over commercialization, extreme exploitation and culling off the natural to replace with plastic prettiness.
It feels like it's happening everywhere, from faces to places. Novelty is a bane, it's like the whole lot is being fixed on a conveyer belt to look the same, think the same, do the same, feel the same.
Like a wave of fad that everybody's gotta dip in, and not just a simple little dip, but a whole soak, where you terminate your real existence and fit yourself with the now approved copy paste replicant of what you're supposed to be this year.
The real goddamn reason why everything nowadays is an innovation instead of an invention. The same idea, with another filter, another tweak, another layer of airbrush..'the case of the disappearing nose and lost bellybuttons'
The new and improved jaded with bleached hair, eyelash extensions, trimmed nose, plumped lips, and all the other fixings to be at par with the rest of the jaded, where you can't tell the two apart, but here they are, with shiny surfaces, metallic finishes, sleek tones and one touch monosyllables.
Here we all are, finding a spot on the same bus, to stand on one leg, breathe in oxymundane and exhale mediocrity, with different filters and contrast adjustments. To hell with the unique and the unfamiliar, to hell with the odd and original.
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Recently I happened to visit a new coffee shop that was all the rage because of its antique fixings, and the intellectual vibe it gave off. It was giganormous, with a rustic chic edge to it, teeming with people who were armoured to the teeth with their apple laptops and reading and drawing materials. The entire place had a library look to it, with fresh coffee aroma. It look so impressive and beautiful, with book cases stashed with hundreds of books. I was so intrigued, I pulled out a book, which to my horror was hollow, and it wasn't just that one book. All the books that made the place look so intelligent were in fact hollow cases, made to resemble fat books. The only books that were real were in the first couple shelves, and well those books were trivial at best.
And the people there, oh god, talking in soft tones, like they'd have only to sneeze to change the world.
Screw them, and screw everything else. And these coffee shops, which to my horror are aplenty and mushrooming everywhere are in fact just mirroring everything and everyone around us.
Put a bullet in my head if I ever lose myself in this maze of formula existence.
the why of everything?
why does it feel like everything is being airbrushed to a sort of soulless perfection to give a false sense of paradise? Like photoshop for life, where everything looks glitzy and wonderful at a cursory glance, but poke in too hard and you see the grimy pixels no one wants you to see.
The pyramid of mediocrity, instagram for reality with a million filters and contrast adjustments..where you know it's a shit deal but you can make it look glossy and chic and momentarily forget about it, and even if you don't, you've to look at the the filtered reality to feel "hey, it's not so bad" and you get on with it anyway.
The over commercialization, extreme exploitation and culling off the natural to replace with plastic prettiness.
It feels like it's happening everywhere, from faces to places. Novelty is a bane, it's like the whole lot is being fixed on a conveyer belt to look the same, think the same, do the same, feel the same.
Like a wave of fad that everybody's gotta dip in, and not just a simple little dip, but a whole soak, where you terminate your real existence and fit yourself with the now approved copy paste replicant of what you're supposed to be this year.
The real goddamn reason why everything nowadays is an innovation instead of an invention. The same idea, with another filter, another tweak, another layer of airbrush..'the case of the disappearing nose and lost bellybuttons'
The new and improved jaded with bleached hair, eyelash extensions, trimmed nose, plumped lips, and all the other fixings to be at par with the rest of the jaded, where you can't tell the two apart, but here they are, with shiny surfaces, metallic finishes, sleek tones and one touch monosyllables.
Here we all are, finding a spot on the same bus, to stand on one leg, breathe in oxymundane and exhale mediocrity, with different filters and contrast adjustments. To hell with the unique and the unfamiliar, to hell with the odd and original.
____________________________________________
Recently I happened to visit a new coffee shop that was all the rage because of its antique fixings, and the intellectual vibe it gave off. It was giganormous, with a rustic chic edge to it, teeming with people who were armoured to the teeth with their apple laptops and reading and drawing materials. The entire place had a library look to it, with fresh coffee aroma. It look so impressive and beautiful, with book cases stashed with hundreds of books. I was so intrigued, I pulled out a book, which to my horror was hollow, and it wasn't just that one book. All the books that made the place look so intelligent were in fact hollow cases, made to resemble fat books. The only books that were real were in the first couple shelves, and well those books were trivial at best.
And the people there, oh god, talking in soft tones, like they'd have only to sneeze to change the world.
Screw them, and screw everything else. And these coffee shops, which to my horror are aplenty and mushrooming everywhere are in fact just mirroring everything and everyone around us.
Put a bullet in my head if I ever lose myself in this maze of formula existence.
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