The first thing you hear when you set foot in Kobra City is the sybil. She does not like you, and you pay the bill just to show who’s in charge, but when you leave she deigns to tell you that you don’t really mean that much. “Who cares?” being the only possible answer. There are of course countless offers of bliss, and they’ll all not turn out to your appointments, or if they show up they’ll be all about their own business and give two fscks about you. And then there are the dealers, who chat and chat but somehow it all comes back to what matters, to the bottom line. They’re pros. They’re business. Sneak and clean and straight, and it is a pleasure to deal with someone who knows their xit. All done, pack up, and gone.
Truth of the Lesser Men is a collection of ideas and short essays by a young male Brazilian called marcio rocha pereira, in a not-so-fluent English.
The subject is the world, society, live and how we live it. Or something like it. It is my attempt at understanding everything that happens all around me, an ontological travel journal of sorts. Which probably translates into, quite simply, my own opinions and thinking.
Nevertheless, i don’t know what i am, or if being something is important to me, or what you mean by “being something” — so that I can hardly answer the questions of what I do, or work with, or any of the other identity-assigning questions. If you are really interested, check the personal info.
The idea of this blog is to avoid rewriting as much as possible, and to write different takes to the same ideas if the need arise, instead of modifying. This is to avoid a constant state of in-progress.
Love or hate, i am always open for criticism (and i'll even accept praise with as much grace as i can manage). Hope you like it.
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