The Idle of Parade of Mannequins
"Are the mannequins out for a stroll just to advertise?
How terribly idle of them—and their owners, too. (Laughs)"
Look at them.
Walking the streets like billboards for their own emptiness.
Clinging to expensive leather bags as if those hides could somehow replace their missing souls.
They think they are moving forward, but they are only circling their own graves.
They spend their lives serving the "Brand," oblivious to the fact that they are nothing more than decorative trash for the pavement.
To be busy chasing trends is the ultimate form of being idle.
A frantic effort to hide the fact that there is no one inside the clothes.
If you are tired of being a puppet in the parade, come closer.
Become a shadow.
Silence is the only truth I permit here.
