Dispatch from an advertising futures #173


It’s all wrong. I look wrong. I mean, look! They’re just more attractive, more together, more real… just more. Who would you want to meet? Who would you want to talk to? Who would you want to..? I’m just not right. I have to be out there but when I’m out there, I’m so obviously me, so clearly not good enough. I hate having to do it. I shouldn’t have to do it. But I haven’t a choice. I have to synth. They probably don’t: I do. I press the button and the filter works its magic. My sneakers change.