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in front of the mirror, feeling uneasy.
alphabetical order of your thoughts.
far away from the notion of your class belonging.
signals from the outer space of my living-room.
turning your face away, as avoiding the photographers.
lost, somewhere in the mall, paralyzed by the vision of the goods.
working on the feeling of being out of place, trying to increase it.
leaving, forgetting some good statements at home.
half a dozen technologies, organizing people all over the world.
some large archive of phrases.
your life, indexed by a dozen of keywords.
misunderstandings about your questions, about the kind of things you're sure they point out.
the words I don't remember, laying somewhere at my back.
still waiting for the most popular word to say.
your life, according to the storyboards of the international marketing.
travels across the hinterland.
arrived at the commodity barriers.
considerations on your wage, underrated on the chart list of your thoughts.
lacking of someone to ask for, especially in regard of your way of life, your decisions about the future, your chance to escape the failure.
broadcasting your feelings of unfitness, just asking for a coffee.
my adventures in the lands of low-level techniques.
awkward feelings of ignorance.
sets of particulars, erased from your short term memory.
disappearing at a certain level of the media pyramid.
the plot of your stupidity.
sailing across your disappointment.
signs of catastrophes, across the lands of your perception.
somewhere on my desk, traces of surplus-value production.
ignoring the identity of the vast majority of commodities.
phrases, as "close the door" or "minimum wage", lost in my office, in my workplace.
