Latelly, every morning starts with another YOU ARE ALMOST TWENTY-NINE BiTCH. Everyday, I look around my apartment. Every book, every, picture, CD, painting reminding me of how my mommy spent her life barely ever getting to enjoy it with all that intelligence and artistic brilliance.
She digged through quite some dirt, though. Literally I mean. They grow garden plants. My parents. Banana Respublic is popular term between the working class fellas to describe our precious shovinnist country.
When I was a kid, my mommy would take me for long long walks in the forest. She would pinch me and say -Look! This is a wild orchid. See how pretty the blossoms? She`s quite poisonous though. See this little guy? It could easily suffocate a fly during a really hot summer day. These curly yellowish leaves can heal a heart. And that is wild peppermint. Can you smell it?
See, when my mom was a teenager, every student in every class had to collect a 25litre bag of wild herbs of medical value before getting to feel the glory of another summer holiday.
Sadly the freshly oven baked morrons of tomorrow see environmentalism as… Paper straws? They don't understand the importance of oxygen a healthy forest blesses us with everyday. Man, those fancy kids can't stand an ant tickle these days. It seems like women they perceive as business partners nowadays. Social mirror- as a job. Art as granted freely. Air they don't percceive as a vitally important resource at all. I never did, too. Until I started to physycally feel the constant lack of it.
So many of these media brain damaged, sexually confused kids are Mr.Monopoly`s employees of the month. Easy to manipulate into corporate instead of community driven thinking. They are spilling a toxic fashion, make up and life style trend decease all over our melting planet. Halumi cheese inside that burger is now a more adequate dinner topic than any personal issue. TERABIteS of bubbly dream life garbage marketing propaganda is blinding those young minds off realising, that enough is not everything. And then the corporations wash their sins away by stuffing a few glass jars in a random bar somewhere with. Paper straws. And then they turn around, do a sims-like spin and put their human masks back on. Unnoticed while the youngsters are snorting, drinking and banging one another on a tight weekend schedule.
Personally, I do not care that much about how the business is done. But we are burning here already. Not just us, people, homo sapiens. Burning our oxygen factories are, poisoned our underground water resources.
Talking about homo sapienism- the so called fashion industry is not even about clothes or looks anymore, it's slowly turning into a giant plastic doll factory. A lifestyle industry should replace the old terms. They've got something for everyone. They can change you, guide you, dress you, find the right carreer path. And even wipe that dating app off any unwanted intruders using the help of a holy algorythm.
My mom barely ever travelled working fifteen hour days. Never had time to read what balayage is online. She would teach me nature instead. Forever grateful. Tears or no tears, I am trully happy.
Even though it IS a little painful. Silently and peacefully stacking memories in boxes and shelves that no one ever accounted for as valuable. At least not yet.
Greta Oldenburg, Kaunas, 2021.07.15
