You could say the same for fashion. It's all become a gross parody of itself. Nothing is wholy original anymore, just "New and Improved." How can you be both "new" and "improved?" If you're something new, what was there to improve on? And if you're improved, aren't you still old but better?
Its an illusion. The Matrix, and we're all gobbling down the blue pill. Viagra, Adderrall, Xanax. Gucci, Fendi, Prada, Channel. . Pop, pop, pop, pop. Fashion is no different, it runs on the same cycle. Twice a year you get your prescription readjusted and filled (Spring and Fall seasons and fashion week) then all year long you pop pills. I say you, but in my own way I'm just another you. There's a reason I use fashion I guess.
But the red pill is something new, it's Year Zero. Normally, I'd probably take the blue pill (or covet it anyhow) but now I'm eyeing the red pill, reaching for it even, because I know the blue pill isn't for me anymore. It's Cinderella and princesses, and I'm not a princess, I'm just a girl with a dream. There's no Prince Charming here, he's off being "new" and "improved." While I wait, the dream sets in, hovering above my soul like a hummingbird, just close enough to be seen, far enough to be out of focus. It's silhouette leaves an impression on my being.
So I'm left here, reaching for the red pill, for the choice to be different but just as potent. The ability to flood my brain with something new. As for Prince Charming, why settle for a prince when men are meant to be kings?
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