Television, when there is nothing planned to watch, the endless cycling of TV remote channel hopping, and adverts everywhere, so I choose to go on YouTube for content tailored to my algorithm, and every few minutes, an advert, so I turn off.
Books written by people who write four pages of flowery and longwinded highbrow content when a simple sentence would do, not because its needed to clarify, but to display how wonderful they are, its an advert for their ego.
I put the book down and shuffle through a magazine, adverts of perfect people in perfect posture in pristine clothes with teeth as white as fresh laid snow and everyone around is happy in the photograph. Happy and perfect.
Adverts for the perfect gadget apparently I need in my life bores me. Corporate Image Bores Me. Perfection bores me.








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