In this age of hyper consumerism, people start to sell their integrity and loosening the structure of their soul to fund their wave riding and adapting to the flighty masses moved by deep impulses and whims. Attention is the credit we pay with when our circumstances don’t allow us to be present in the conditions we crave.
Instagram is a perpetual Black Friday sale, a black hole that sucks the souls of people with restless minds. I don’t want to say we’re doomed, but hold tight. It’s gon be a wild ride.