None of it Matters.
The plastic, the gadgets, the high glossed magazines; the heels with the right brand name, faded out on the soles, from all the running you do to keep in front.
Things obtained to make life easier, dull a pain, stroke an ego.. to make you feel like you mean something while you hurl yourself forward trying, always trying, and all for what..to keep up with Joneses down the road?
It just doesn’t matter.
I think everyone knows that deep down.
I always have. I still want it though. It is in us all, I suppose. A consumer particle added; an evolutionary shift.