Plastic Faces

"today, it's not so much about people you meet, but plastic face masks. Who thinks, talk and act to certain codes. That come from the head, and never from deeper within. It isn't so much about relationships you develop, it's more a matching of fake DNA. Sometimes when you want to have a real conversation, talk to your local alley cat. At least, she never hangs around when she doesn't want to.''
-Kiara, Agent @ Model Casters (as quoted in Levis RedLoop)
Well, wasn't that a great piece of reflection?
I thought so. If Kiara was tired of 'botoxed, chin-tucked, boob-pinched, plasticated people', I'm tired of those polished, urbanized ones, who keep smiling almost mechanically, talk only politically-correct things, and are just pretenders.

Well, I know I can go on and on...on the purity of village life, on the old world charm, on the unhurried cities and towns from the other side of the spectrum...

but an occassional visit to the villages, a walk down the river banks, or up the east hills, or a travel in the line bus, well, that tells me how much of this urban thing is imported into those serene islands everyday. That said, well, those imports come not just through people, it comes through the air, the media, the movies... the pace is fast catching up...the emotions are fast draining off the faces, the thoughts are managed to sound trendy and politically correct...hmm...

hey, i know i have never been a fan of this "golden past", but you know when the present is all about pretensions, all about conveniences, all about excuses, and you know, all about me...

well, i pause...

I don't know. But is this what they call aging?

boot cut: ha, looking at it, Levis and villages, perhaps, a pin-stripped, boot-cut, straight leg, hmm...wiered?

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