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its hard to feel anything sometimes, especially working in a mall with extended hours where christmas music repeats and you can't walk without ten people brushing your shoulders.
the worst is dealing with highschool students who get mummy and daddy to buy them slrs to pursue their dreams of becoming a photographer. its depressing to think i participate and encourage this pathetic reborn bourgeoisie generation.
the truth of my identity and relation to these people makes me sad. it destroys my mind and it's impossible to create knowing that i am one of them.
god everyone wants a digital frame for Christmas, kids coming in developing their shitty medium format. everyone looks the same, everyone tells the same story; my tongues slippin'- normally i am curious and attentive, and people eat me up, they drone on and on. prone to bursts of laughter in the middle of their soliloquy i wonder how, even for a second i would care. normally, i am curious and attentive
the worst is dealing with highschool students who get mummy and daddy to buy them slrs to pursue their dreams of becoming a photographer. its depressing to think i participate and encourage this pathetic reborn bourgeoisie generation.
the truth of my identity and relation to these people makes me sad. it destroys my mind and it's impossible to create knowing that i am one of them.
god everyone wants a digital frame for Christmas, kids coming in developing their shitty medium format. everyone looks the same, everyone tells the same story; my tongues slippin'- normally i am curious and attentive, and people eat me up, they drone on and on. prone to bursts of laughter in the middle of their soliloquy i wonder how, even for a second i would care. normally, i am curious and attentive