Maybe I’m a repetition of myself or the characters that surround me. Perhaps that image of ‘selfie’ is the reflection of egocentrism itself that the media prints on us as mere supporting actors in a life full of crooked contexts, emptied of noble sentiments that we should have, but unfortunately that make us what we are in fact: human beasts.

We glut ourselves from so little, all the boring personality of a generation with no goals, no dreams, and no ideal either.  After all, we all need heroes. Who are they? In music, literature, politics… Can anyone tell me a name that stands out in recent years?

I think we’re tired of dead heroes, those prose and poetry that cherish our hearts or that quote that ignites our critical sense citizen.

We are products of the media; the behavior of the mass, the herd queued always walking under the command of power by who watches us. Who are we? Me, you, us?

Violence is the draft of bitterness we drink everyday packaged by the sound of statistics and the others cry until it knocks on our door, amazed when we say: I never thought this could happen to me!

So we walk in this blur of history, we are born, we grow up and die without much hope, just following the flow, such as wildebeest, the top of the food chain.

In our ‘selfies’ even though we can be smiling, but deep down inside of our being we are only small creatures, children, helpless in deep need for attention and affection….♥