we will kiss the sun

On the television screen is an extreme close-up shot of an old woman sleeping. The camera zooms out revealing that she is sitting on a chair inside a television studio, beside live audience, beside banners, beside we love you, beside Canada, beside number one fan group. The smiling host wearing a red polo shirt says wake up, lola, wake up, lola, while lullaby is cued by music spinner. The woman wakes up, blinks, blinks, a floor director assistant goes near her, gives her a microphone, and a pat on her shoulder. She asks is this a microphone, and says you are gwapo to the host. The host asks what is your wish, lola, goes near her, hugs her, what is your wish, lola. The woman says you are gwapo to the host, I need the tablets that can make my sight clearer. The host finds out she is blind, gives her rice cooker, rice, tablets, gives her rice quality enhancer, five thousand pesos.

A few seconds after, I let the water I gargled flow from my mouth towards the metal sink, creating noises and forming droplets, images that can be as small as pixels suspended on air. Like the television screen, like the television screen.

29 March 2012

[But on the other hand, has wisdom been already commodified?]