i can remember the meaning of every tarot card but i can’t remember what i texted you last night by elle nash
Identities are everything. A person can find many identities which suit them ideally. No one is limited. Possibilities are endless. The animalistic instincts of a person never subside they are there to all degrees. Consumption happens in a consumerist society: of art of leisure of love. Everything embodied within the idea of filling oneself comes from media, of how a book makes a person feel of a specific sound overhead on TV. All of it becomes the same thing an entire stream of consciousness never ending always adding to itself.
Relationships do similar things. Much more personal a relationship tends to follow various guidelines. Some are better than others. Communication remains the ultimate purpose of a relationship. Failure to communicate simply hurts and destroys the relationship. In between time makes up most of a relationship. A lot of the time nothing happens. How that nothing is interpreted defines the rest of the relationship. Texts try to fill up that time spent apart. By reading texts one gets the sense of how close two people are. Even a long time spent apart can still be bridged by words sent through anonymous digital space, the emptiness of the electronic ether.
Lots of things can be manufactured. Long ago, more things were. In the era of mass customization everything is specifically tailored to an individual. By doing this partnerships are formed. With each one of these partnerships a person grows, in terms of endearment. Various forms are taken, different personalities tried on, cast away, with ever stranger ones just beyond the horizon. Eventually these trials overtake a person as they result in a person becoming a full hermit, retreating from the world. The right kinds of rejection result in this: removal from social media, de-tagging, and a respite from it all.
Hearts hurt from the expectation of too much. Just enough is always enough. Overwhelming emotion comes when either of the two extremes are reached. They find themselves over the edge, wondering whether it is a good thing, whether it is a bad thing. No answer ever provides satisfaction. Internally people ask themselves how much do they want and need out of life, along with how much can life possibly provide? Various tools come out of the woodwork to try and sort through it all but it never feels like it ever quite fits.
Meaningful exchange fits. Truly meaningful exchange happens so rarely that it is only long after the fact that it can be appreciated. Value is attached to such a wide variety of things, it seems insane how little people look for it in their lives. Instead they look for signs, those easy things, to tell them how to go.