And
so an understanding of love is packaged for us to consume in the form of poorly
written songs or badly made films, aimed at further developing/perpetuating
the range of emotions modern society says we’re allowed to feel, always
keeping in mind the direct consequence of glamorising emotions to an extent
that makes these representations unreal: ultimate boredom of the masses who
cannot experience these creations of the spectacle simply because of their spectacular
nature, which is completely non-existent in a real day-to-day life. We are made
stare and wish to be apart of a life that is promised to us but never delivered.
The outlets of these creations are even more absurd. The modern cinema is nothing
more than a money racket engaged in a cruel laundering of a society that allowed
its creation as a form of escape from itself. Somewhere along the way giant
buckets of overpriced popcorn and cold soft drinks became an essential part
of the cinema experience, but it only seems all too predictable that an institution
created to further promote the spectacularization of modern life should offer
to the masses what would be considered a generous meal to a family living in
the third world. We eat it up, never wiping our faces clean of the bits of genitals
stuck to our cheeks or between our teeth, always asking for
more.