It’s not about flaunting a higher intellect. It’s not about skipping the bits and bytes of a story. It is just about simplifying a complex network of thoughts, sounds and deeds into an easily digestible, small capsule.
Then, why does abstraction put me off? Am I too lazy to make an effort to decipher it?
Or am I just afraid of looking into a mirror, which reflects my deepest core?
scary in their purity
make me look away
in search of some backgrounds
and paid photoshoppers to
recreate life again