Our real needs are raped by their association with buying something to satisfy them
In the depth of our hearts, where once hopefully, at the beginning of civilization there was a reservoir of stillness and connectedness, there has emerged a buzzing , gyrating train station.
Trains run in a blind metal ecstasy satisfying one manufactured want to another. And not once can we feel
the sacred silence .
If I was scatterbrained, organizing challenged, messy and careless, not even the fanciest wallet with Many categorized pockets would change my personality or make me organized. My true being of careless existence will win. Yet my credit card will shit the requisite amount paid for perceived change in the leather company's balance sheet.
The Bangalore Central happiness sale is on, a hoarding told me. Happiness , I strongly suspect lives