Outside the company
Outside the company.
The average, the stereotype, the municipality.
The speeches are not the foundation of society. Communication is annihilated, culture is synonymous with boredom, knowledge is synonymous with pathetic. Screams tribal replace the dialogue. Venting unnecessary deprivation of concepts reigns during a cincin with champagne.
Sitting at a table, where the music now without any human conversation at 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 politically correct and daddy's boy who greet the trans with confidence. The assault of a messy bunch of kids and boys all the same stereotypes of television celebrities who pose as the average citizen.
And in the middle of the vortex with the same speed with which you drop a glass stirring up the bouncer, I'll hold out a glass of champagne screaming "the crisis is over."
Needless to explain the concepts of BTP / Bund spread, the political credibility of a country's defeat, the volatility of stocks, and the risk of failure of a state in which you live.
Needless to approach any meaningful discourse, ignorance and superficiality must reign at all costs. This is what allows the fun.
I'm afraid of society and by this or I isolate myself or I masquerade to integrate.