The Society Of The Spectacle

‘Hey, so how you liking Vancouver?‘ I asked me.
‘It’s a fun city,’ I answered me. ‘I can’t believe they have beaches just off downtown.’
‘You been swimming or are you still swimming in your head?’
‘Actually, I have been wondering if not being true to yourself means that you are just faking a life. And then follows how you even can be true in this media saturated society of manufactured desires in which we are alienated from our essential nature.’
‘Water too cold was it?’
‘But then I met this guy who told me how he found out that his wife was having an affair, how she said that she didn’t love him anymore, how he was worried that he would lose his kids… He was in fucking tears.’
I stared at me.
‘The concrete took over the abstract, you know. What was I supposed to say to him: Sorry, mate, but your life in the suburbs was just a marketing man’s concept of a life anyway, now you can be true to yourself?’
‘Hm. So what did you say?’
‘Nothing. We drank beer.’
‘Glad to see your thinking is proving useful.’
‘Screw you.’