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Une illustration pour La Compagnie des Rivages (une compagnie de théâtre) autour du thème “la colonisation des esprits”. J’ai voulu représenter la pratique et le concept d’astroturfing.
An illustration for La Compagnie des Rivages (a theater group) around the theme “mind colonization”. I wanted to picture the astortufing in our modern society.
They have dragged your body through the streets.
They have dragged your heart through hell.
But though they've colonized your land
Don't let them colonize your mind as well.
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Last night I dreamt that I ended up on the front page of the Tumblr fashion directory. In truth I actually am in there somewhere, thanks (I suspect exclusively) to my boyfriend nominating me week after hopelessly devoted week, but you have to click "see more" like 8 times before you see my jut-jawed grin. In my dream, though, that page 8 obscurity was suddenly shed, and I felt as overwhelmed with humble joy as the blind man to whom sight is miraculously restored.
As with many of my dreams, the morning after means sheepish attempts to determine whether the dream's events actually occurred or not. Often this means checking my phone with a sigh of relief that I did not, in fact, send a shameful, solicitous text message to an ex. So I check the Fashion Directory and, of course I'm not there. In the nice big, cushy spot where my lil' turquoise mug should be is this blog instead. And god, is it a bore. I honestly can't even bring myself to hate it. And I was once crowned an "advanced hater" by the High Priestess of Hate Herself, Sister Wolf over at Godammit, I'm Mad (SUPER GOOD READ IF YOU DON'T ALREADY).
Poor little modern brains. There are so many centuries of Great Human Thought, and we are blessed with so many hours in the day in which to contemplate. I have a good mind, I could be contemplating Schroedinger's Cat, dreaming of Plato's cave, working out my daddy issues, communing with my spirit animal. Instead I obsess over the fact that somehow a blog called "Fuck Yeah, Prom!" is more popular than mine.
