Bubblegum Baby

"Perfection" is our formaldehyde - "staying young" our denial of mortality: preserving image as static currency Fetishisation of youth/"beauty" is no fluke, but a Fantasy Trap: the reflexive attempt of a foredoomed system to delay its collapse Ensnared, we wallow in imagined stasis: Obsessed with preserving life, we forget to ever live it Perfectly functional objects for a purely functional world Flesh withers inside a candy casing Ignored time disappears in the blink of an eye Having invested all in the superficial, there is no energy left for the internal -image becomes our only purpose