vruz’s quick translation:
we pay for exclusivity at the expense of our intelligence, we sacrifice what gives us individuality for that which gives us notoriety, we live by and for them, for what they see, what we show off, and not by ourselves and for ourselves, or for that which we learn and which we love, we sacrifice our liberty for acceptance and visual recognition without caring for the things and persons you leave behind, them being more unique every time, but more equal at the same time, therein lies our great paradox.
we’re not persons anymore, we’re walking shop windows on which we double-click if we’re interested in what they have to show, where a shirt, a dress or some shoes define your persona and if you’re worth reaching for or not, “interesting”, file in “wait list”.
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