This is an old Surrealist game that might be as informative as surrealism can be:
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(+20 = unreserved approval, 0 = utter indifference, -20 = total abomination)
he said while unknowingly unwrapping the secret kinder egg that the gift of anonymity had afforded him, and could no longer step in photo booths and spend a full 10 minutes adjusting the seat. There are better galleries to attend than the gallery of me, he thought, but then perhaps not. There are after all a sea of images out there, and I suppose there are a lot worse 🙂 A certain filmmaker whom I greatly admire has been known to speak of “an illness of images” as the malady of our times – an influx, an excess of, “dishonest” images. Just some more images for the Internet. Could it really hurt? I doubt that they depict anyone in particular. They are entirely peculiar to me, you understand. I’m not sure who this is – perhaps it was my space in the self of a passing minute.
will I change? If so, how? and when will this happen? I want time to learn my lines…
(It is with some regret that I share this generation’s fondness for the obsessive production and storage of self-portraits.)