I am missing my self, just like Vitor are missing himself.
One agressive part of me is quiet. I don't now, maybe it was sleeping to wake up with a new power. I'm missing this powerfull, agressive anger, parts. I used to fell that. A felling that I caould broke the word into. Something like Deleuzian fold. You can ask whye I hate the world, eventhough being here in UK. FC UK. The capital is the same, and I can say that subjectivies are the same. Everybody wants to consume, consume. They want to live an excess. Doesn't matter poor, rich, migrant, child, elderlies, everybody wants consume, wants money.
Does the world can offer excess to everybody?
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My brother, try reading A Sociedade de Consumo, from Baudrillard. This is The Classic, with a capital C!
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