The Deep and The Fake

"Observing implies knowing, understanding, and confronting, perceiving only feeling and believing. The perception is easy because it does not require commitments or responsibilities. And in reality, the fallacy does not matter because the mere fact that this profoundly false thing is displayed already makes it a post-truth. The fact is that although it is not innocent, it is comfortable enough, a simple, deep, and convenient fake seeking popularity and, in intimacy, a filtered acceptance. It is not a modern quest, only that now there are easily deployed means of access. I couldn't expect any kind of conscience from him. Why do it if he had simply slept with her, despite him being her friend? - I don't think about loyalty and friendship in the same way as you - he said it. - But what would you think if your wife slept with someone else? Maybe she already did it while he dreamed of the fidelity and submission of her, the mother of his son. But it didn't matter. He just needed to know, and that would give him the freedom to return to his lovers, prostitutes, and, yes, even my ex-girlfriend. Reality is very different from perception. And I wasn't happy that it happened like that. Anyway, I'm leaving now. L.A. knew it.

Nevertheless, humanity prefers to believe than to know. It is the success of religions, and promises usually cover themselves with faith. Though faith, in itself, is an incomplete sensation, it is a disguise, a fallacy. That is probably why it is better to concisely pretend to have hope in something, even though faith is widely accepted and guarantees any group and individual irresponsibility.  The human should then say that they believe in humanity and have faith because it goes against the species and divinizes one's will and action. He had begun to forget her. And it wasn't sad. He had wasted time, and she was a great man. They were mutual losers, narcissistic, arrogant, hardly for modern times of the deep and the fake. In any case, her tits, her beauty, and her anal sex were enough to attract and be accepted. She only cried at night, so she hated him for making her cry. But he would never know. But when it comes to pleasure, there is always one who can give more and is younger. More economical, perhaps not, but you could always return to it as time passed and she aged. Thirty-two years and three hundred and fifty-five days was already a lot of age in the country where you can buy younger people. Although he couldn't really cry for her, he felt sad and tried to let her know it in many ways. Because he loved her. And it was not a perception but a reality.

The deep and the fake are so complementary that it doesn't matter if they are distinguished; they are only accepted via belief and convenience, following the actions of a dysfunctional society, so fragile and dependent on popular sentiment. A fragility that supposedly guarantees the strength of the individual but is a false conviction, like any of them. So, those who want to know and do not believe feel responsible for their little influence and impact. And it's not a question of global fear or ignorance of those who are not reached; it is clearly a question of stupidity. The city seemed to burn, like the rest of the world. Well, actually, it was burning. As much as the spirits of some in the winter part of the planet, not only the weather did it, but also the hatred. Despite the smoke from the fires around guaranteed by the heat, the moon shone and escaped from what could hide it. Almost romantic, but it was not a romantic night. In his loneliness, he only imagined what everything would be like after the fall. Ships were no longer seen in the sky, and here, far from the center of any financial axis, survival would be different. He regretted, however, not taking a plane again. They were already other times.

There are resources to identify, understand, and observe. Know. Distinguish what one wants to make seem from reality in a context, the simple truth. Despite hiding and in the face of the massive deployment of lies, that which seems to be extinguished persists. Resist. The annoying truth that makes it more uncomfortable to be discovered or to know of its existence (even if it is not shown) is timeless. It is not the same with perception, whose illusion ends in a certain time interval and applies to an equally invented space/context. That which is profoundly false does not resist an argument or a simple outline. Because he simply doesn't have it."