Something About Constructing Conventions
There is a critical distance taken into account whenever arriving at these conventions, one which makes me both a part of the problem and with such integration, troubled to ponder a solution. Drinking the proverbial poison, my life is neither so short nor as sweet as our dear Romeo. Instead, a proverbial cacophony of targeted talking points is not only forced down one’s throat, here, we drink such a deadly poison willingly. The strength of a convention lies in targeted marketing, which is unlike any marketing anyone has seen before. No longer are trade shows merely existing to please the press for purposes of regurgitation and regulation, there is a level of acceptance amongst all participants that the system is exceptional. That the system is structured to the advent of those who happily except the trends of misinformation strewn everywhere.
Something About Advertising
The danger here isn’t related to the convention. The convention has always been a great place for people to meet and share their passions collectively. But when one is out on the streets, even in Times Square, the advertising is schizophrenic, appealing to everyone and no one. The advertising inside the convention is targeted to a lover, to a person who cannot help their passion transforming into obsession. The expression of that passion is displayed unfortunately through the great deception of our time, that economy is happiness. The more one spends, the more ideology one can readily purchase amongst the imagined peerage. Yet here the purchasing is fraught, like the torrid lover, between what they want and who they actually are. Finding connection here is ephemeral, because voices are deconstructing the bonds in favor of cliques which cannot help but single out a methodology to instanced discussion.
Something About Amour
Love is theory. The construction of a discussion is built upon imagined walls of self, places that are leapt and bounded within our mind, places where we explore aspects of our integrated, mediated selves. Discussion is conversely a process of breaking down walls, of cutting through ourselves to connect the image in our minds on a scale relating to our drive. Actively seeking a discussion is an opportunity to love the world, to reconnoiter possibilities in the twisting nether that maintains presence. Actively seeking discussion, thusly, is both dangerous and liberating. To discuss is to love, to discuss deeply is to love deeply, to discuss theory, the essence of being, the symbolic nature of man, is to arrive at a concourse of the mind. When one cannot discuss deeply, a loss so great occurs that the world laments, a universe small as a fist, yet as large as the nature of man. If one seeks to egress from Romeo’s pitiable state, one must convene and deconstruct the mind.