"Perfection" is our formaldehyde - "staying young" our denial of mortality: preserving image as static currency
Fetishisation of youth/"beauty" is no fluke, but a Fantasy Trap: the reflexive attempt of a foredoomed system to delay its collapse
Ensnared, we wallow in imagined stasis:
Obsessed with preserving life, we forget to ever live it
Perfectly functional objects for a purely functional world
Flesh withers inside a candy casing
Ignored time disappears in the blink of an eye
Having invested all in the superficial, there is no energy left for the internal -image becomes our only purpose