To Infomercial Actors (first letter)
| We all have to eat. I watch you lap it up. The degradation is spectacular. |
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| There’s something almost provocative (but not quite) in this compression of reality. The horror of it all remains contained. The truth, so to speak, is pressed up against one side of a transparent screen, muzzled and out of breath. |
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| We can pretend we’re not the same — that we find one another absurd. |
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| What choice is there? Can you exist without pretending? |
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| Was there ever a good old days? |
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| I watch you now and wonder who you really are. I wonder if you’ll lose it, what that would look like and how I’d see it. Imagine an outtake like that. |
| jeremy |
