Persona

Here we are: people who can`t take the full credit of being people. We are rounders and stalkers of other people's lives. We are the people that dwell and tremble when the words "reality check" bounce off another person`s mouth, as if they were part of an unbeareable hex that cannot be removed even with the most rancid of compounds. We are never prime-role actors (even within our own life) because we were yet unborn when the roles were being distributed. We are a tribe of panhandlers, homeless and helpers who might give you that calculated small smile needed to d break you out crying in your Hummer at the middle of the freeway or send you weeping in the sales-laden outcry of the Outlet mall. We are the meddlers playing in the seams, cracks and junctures of your cheerful and dollar-driven evasion. If it weren't for those pivotal and critical minutes where you meltdown,we would be scarce of meaning. We would, but in the middle of this Orange-level bonanza, we won`t.

We are what some Pipe-smoking, Lacan-lecturing, Tweed-wearing people might call facilitators. Trustable providers of that touch of slight and slender TV joke which holds you familiar whenever you might fear into falling towards any fallacious state of contempt or selfness. We are there to provide you never ending public topics which might or might not prove a facade which you can play out (at no extra charge) the whole evening; we are that foreign, gullable couple on which you can joke around those upper-class elite people that you don´t actually need but might-come-in-handy someday. We are also the ones you can throw your pity into and we will hastily play out the tamed-puppet deceitful-loving role that will make you dismiss those difficult-to-deal-with empathic thoughts. We are, in this sense, your passive and pious confessors. We, also, understand why you do it, so don`t you try conducting yourself, you cannot be one of us.

We are buffered from the acts of people who actually work towards something (like investing, studying, working, procreating). We merely provide you a gentle salutation at the shopping line of the Wal Mart, hoping that our role will suffice to keep you unattentive, disclosed, goal-driven and decisive. We are ther eto be ignored, and even better, to be detached.

We are the people who acknowledge that long forgotten consequence of your acts and deeds. And advertise bearable chimeras out of them. We long for any crumb of your reality to fall out of your sanity banquet, we thrive to bear your burden.

We are the fools, the idealists, the commuters, the architects of an insiduous realm made out from the rejects of your success.

We are there, but you won`t notice.