Outside the company
Outside the company.
The average, the stereotype, the municipality.
Speeches are not the foundation of society. Communication is annihilated, the culture is synonymous with boredom, knowledge is synonymous pathetic. Whoops tribal replace dialogs. Venting unnecessary deprivation of concepts reigns during a cincin champagne.
Sitting at a table, where the music now without any human conversation to a volume. Surrounded by a group hungry bitch pointing over her, and a cross in his company that proves to know more people than we might expect. The respectable father and son who greet the trans with confidence. The assault of a bunch of messy kids and boys all the same stereotypes of television programs that pretend to be stars of the average citizen.
And in the middle of the vortex with the same speed with which you drop a glass stirring up the bouncer, you hold out a glass of champagne screaming "the crisis is over."
Needless to explain the concepts of spread BTP / bund, the political credibility of a country's defeat, the volatility of stocks, and risk of failure of a state in which you live.
Needless to approach any meaningful discourse, ignorance and superficiality shall reign at all costs. It is this that allows the fun.
I'm afraid of society and by this or I isolate myself or I masquerade to integrate.