Etiquette.
If photography is your thing Buy an iPhone!, I’ve heard that those specialized Nikons are overrated, Oh, it adds a “forced-labor” je ne se quois to the pictures, Hashtag: “French it until you make it”.
Thus, it's how I found the motif underneath all self-exposure: dissemblance.
When I turned eighteen years old, they told me to get a career, that will do, don't you want to keep talking for long hours after the party is over? Choose wisely, avoid the Non-American professions derived from a technicism allied to an against, read Kant for the pride empathize with Hegel for the gods, that poor misunderstood bogus could take you somewhere, yes, some-desperation-where.
Avoid the consumption driven society, until, of course, you are able to excel it, which stands for: save money until you find an instagrammable object to spend it all on, try to invest on pastels (yes, 10k followers are an inversion), if you ever find fitness obsessed pastels, empty your bank account, let them take your money.
They asked me to put borders to the universe, and identify with them, if I’m willing to, I should call it a genre, because it helps at a thirty something childless age, I asked, would you contemplate a what if?
If that would do, they answered, what if as a noun, as a number, as a silent fatal disease bringing the salutes of all the lost aunties, as a plan turning into a government of slangs and hijacks.
Oh, and play, but don’t dare to listen, instead, gravitate around the Sonora’s Myths, sniff the letters, inject the mix, feel the post-production and call it having a soul.
That will do too. and if it doesn’t, for whatever it’s worth, don’t mind it, for once, don’t.
