Espouse #2

        My mind has been heavily occupied by the perception of love and the deep characteristics that seem to be missing in today's society. As I was driving, then walking through the condiment isle in a retail store, it seemed dead, as if walking through a garden or a park with a pond would be more eventful 3/1/25. Its the only way to put it, dormant. Exchanging words with the Goodwill sale associate at the checkout, "Putting up clothes, its hard. Really its hard y'know, lots to do." , I subtly relayed my struggle with retail as I have experience that arc of hell before. A simple, "I'm ready when you are. Don't worry, I understand. I've worked in retail.", seemed to have relieved the tension between customer and staff member interaction. The "customer face"... as people call it. Put on a smile and get through it, "blank" more days I said to myself during the last few days of my high school retail job. Instead of a real face, it's more commonly referred to as a mask, specifically within Prozac commercials. Masks and our lives are all to common and conjoined it seems. Life is a different page for everyone each day, a book that's unique to everyone in which its being written every moment, though it seems to have been slowed, WPM. Our effort and common intimacy as I call it, seems to have plundered. Asking those around you about their day seems lost, the connection between being humans ourselves is endangered. Meticulously putting a sentence together to start a new relationship, fond or not, is very valuable, though it sees one to two word answers are meticulous enough. Its as similar to cooking a lovely meal but without knowing what you've put in the meal. Without knowing, why would it be a well thought out or delighted meal for your loved ones to enjoy, those you wanted to impress. Cooking for an everyday consumer rather than for your loved one it seems to be, most common with the American citizen social life. 

        Viewing things at face value, it has reminded me of a scene within the movie Secretary (2002), known as there's something about you. Only appealing to me at first as an eccentric lawyer flirting with an interviewee, I looked beyond the glass through which I was looking in. I discovered the hidden behavior of what the lawyer was utilizing, in order to evoke in his self isolation tendencies. The work is boring, we only use typewriters, it is a dull work environment. Words used to persuade a clumsy interviewee, chasing a nine to five secretary job to escape her own self isolation and destructive tendencies to vulgar to outright discuss, into turning away from accepting such a "job". No apparent emotion set in the face of the both of them, "Wall" he said to her, commenting about her. Almost as if the wall was made of mercury rather than stone, brick, concrete. Fear to espouse what truly lies within you, navigating your sentiment through everyday social life, like a job interview. The theme of a two way mirror. What is your two way mirror, what or who do you see yourself in and what do they see in you that reminds them of them. Is there a mask between the two in which commonalities cant be observed, embraced.  Exams are on the rise, it seems to me that this two way mirror might become 40,000-way mirror between the many university students and I. The possibilities are endless in a world full of limitlessness.