Consuming objects leading to a projection of an idealized “self” is not a new thing. No matter how we look at our choices of which to surround ourselves with is not an original decision. It was an earlier suggestion, an inspiration from or copied. It does not matter how, or of what means because we will always find associations of our aspirations. Whether it be our house, our clothes, our food or even the photographs we hang on the walls. This is not always a question of beauty or of function. It’s always towards answering who we want to be seen as.
Reading history books does this to me