Easy For Girls
What happens to a man who has a swimming duck and a cup, and summer spikes and night pots, and the first girls of the same weight, color, and taste? Growing up, such a man doesn't know the tissues, does not distinguish the depths of the shades, the difference between the tone, sees the texture, doesn't feel the volume. Anastasia Mirono is talking about what this sensory uniformity leads to as a child.
One day, I had to go to the blossom of the Sunday market in the Pitary Loft Project Etage. As an indiscreet amateur of barahols, adoreing all the major fleas of Europe, studying all the second-henda and the Petersburg commission, on a huge sale, I expected to meet a lot of interest.
But a few hundred sellers I haven't seen anything worthy. Young people sold the same shirts, trousers, ceds, which were only coloured and printed. The sellers themselves and the visitors to the garage sale, which are several thousand people, have been dressed as well.
The thing is, it was a youth event. Ninety-nine per cent of the people interviewed were placed in the 14-22 age group, i.e. born after 1993. And they were all in the same way. The difference was only in the color of the pants, the picture on the thicks and the corn of the kedes. There weren't smart-ass fasons. They didn't have any rifle, either. There were no hard paints, tones, half-tons, all the bright colors, pink, salad, blue, orange. In their ears, they had the same brightness of the earring plastics, and in their necks, the bright plastic beans. Even the clock is plastic and bright.
Hungry
Suddenly, I realized what it was. I have been confronted by people from the first “plastic” generations. These are people who played all their childhood almost without exception plastic toys, eating plastic dishes, wearing plastic shoes, sitting at plastic desks on plastic chairs. Diversity was just soft toys, but they were bright, unnatural.
