Warning: This is not a Christmas post. I'm not against Christmas, on the contrary, I love it. And that's because I love Christmas that I have to write this.
Christmas is almost there, once again. Christmas has become a season, like all other (silly) seasons. It means business, ads, decorations, overconsumption, rather than meaning family or having a real meaning.
People will only care about Santa. Or won't even believe in him. Few will remember the true meaning of Christmas. They will barely have time for that, rushing and spending most of it in the eager of shopping. After Christmas comes New Year's Eve, and again another rush: where to go, what to wear, how much to spend ... And then Mardi Gras, and so on.
It will be over, the spirit of Christmas is lost even just before the New Year arrives. The resolutions of the new year are soon forgotten. The euphoria of being Champions (I'm Portuguese ;))... vanishes. And those who dare to recall it being called dumb. Everything happens at the lightning speed, at the pace of Facebook and other social networks. Stories and news go to the bottom of the feed and stay there.
The waves of solidarity, the greetings are soon forgotten... everything happens at a vertiginous pace, same as our days.
Everything becomes disposable, fashionable... and out of fashion.
Organic, ecological. Bio... degradable.
Christmas dies as soon as it's over.
Disposable.
Welcome the next season, say goodbye to the past season.
Silly.
Isabel
www.isabelnolasco.com
Photos: Disposables as street art, Karratha, Western Australia.
Taken with my Canon EOS 5D MKIII, edited with Lightroom.
Have a wonderful weekend, my friends.
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