The man stands confused beneath the bright and intoxicating lights of his surroundings, contemplating the direction of his next step. He is both distracted and withdrawn, as if his life was represented by a skim through random pages of a dull book: a passive effort for material that may be worth a continued read. A shameless whirlwind of contradictions has encased him in plain sight, adding momentum to his inertia.
An anti-smoking message is plastered on a bus-stop across the street from a tobacco shop. A gentleman’s club and an abortion clinic compete for business on the same block as a car dealership with several “no-parking” signs out front. A McDonalds and a hole-in-the-wall fitness center coexist and thrive side-by-side, like a binary star of conflicting interests.
With the absence of logic, depth or consistency to the elements that fill his senses, he presses on for answers that may never be found in today’s society. Where is his role in the madness? He silently wonders, as the world transforms into a floating, spherical banner-ad of agendas that one can’t just simply click off the screen.
Does he buy?... How much?
Or sell?...What item to whom?
Do his values mean anything in the grand scheme of things if they’re not profitable, cliché or flashy?
How does he salvage the little faith he has left in what can’t be measured in dollars and cents?
The questions became too thick to think through, forcing him into a final decision that involved a deep breath to collect his racing thoughts. Perhaps, his only option for sanity was the power of his own imagination…
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