“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.”
― douglas adams, The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul
It doesn’t matter how happy the music you are listening to is; after waiting in an unmoving train, your spirit fades. Slowly. Calm washes over your body. A place you are not because you want to be, but because it is needed to get were you want to go. Standing still in your own personal limbo. Watching others passing by. Moving on.
The guy on a red billing board keeps looking at me. No idea what the advertisement is about, nonetheless something catches my eyes. He is alternated with a woman listening to music; there is something strange about her too. Is it his nose? It’s so symmetric, it looks like those glasses with noses on them. Her face shows from the side. Still, it’s not what is bugging me. The slides keep alternating. A silent exchange. Those perfect faces, the colour… suddenly it dawned on me: they are a reminder of a world that was. A reality we will never get back. People without masks. What a strange thing. It was only yesterday we had the luxury of showing our love for friends and family through body contact, smiles and subtle nonverbal cues. Is the new generation going to lose the ability to recognise emotions through faces? Are they all going to look stern like in old sci-fi movies? Were they right all along?
Aromatic deception 