what you want to do with your life, how do you say, I want an aesthetic so refined that whenever the context of my life comes into contact with the objects I own, it turns to gold?
How can you tell them that by allowing material goods to be the centre of your spiritually devoid life, you ensure the death-bed realisation that objects don’t make you happy, will be even more profound than if you were inspired by ‘Eat, Pray, Love’ earlier in life?
How can you explain the calm that washes over you when a beauty guru on YouTube is reviewing a product and you already have it so you don’t have to think about thinking about buying it?
What about that greasy nose dot when your drink your takeaway coffee?
Ha Ha it needs translucent powder.
It is rare nowadays to be watching someone on TV who doesn’t severely remind me of someone I’ve met in real life.
When this starts to become noticeable, you’ve watched too much TV. You’ve met too many people.
The feeling of being watched by yourself. The feeling of being watched by your objects. The feeling of being watched by your objectified self. The feeling of being objectified by your watched self.
It’s the feeling I got when I learnt that due to an atom’s inability to totally eliminate the space around itself – even when coming into contact with another bunch of atoms – nothing in the world is actually touching anything else.
