IN SEARCH OF THE GLASS CITY

You cannot read ''In search of the Glass city'' (U potrazi za Staklenim gradom, 1986.) in a fancy or simply intellectual way. I mean of course you can, just like everything else. But you really got to feel this kind of stuff.

The authors and travellers: Borna Bebek and Željko Malnar

The travelling has become more approachable then ever, and in accordance with that, a huge trend. The search for the authenticity has become the latest touristic trick. Even the ethnology has slowly become a part of the global fashion trend, a science which has never bothered too much to fit into the conventional norms and to be glorified by the mainstream world. 
Thirty years ago or more, there were travelers and writers who couldn't book a place online, travelling without GPS, travelling to the ''weirdest'' places of the world, travelling for themselves. Without checking in, taking selfies and showing their filtered photos online. Only unfiltered records and photography which served to inspire us and teach us, among other more important things, that there was no need to show off. This was the work of Željko Malnar and Borna Bebek, who decided to capture one of their adventures in such unconventional ways.
This philosophical travelogue is a novel you cannot put into any category. Just like its author, Željko Malnar, who has written the masterpiece along with another genius, Borna Bebek. Željko Malnar describes their travelling through personal aspirations, historical knowledge, mystical interest, while crossing all the boundaries to get to the heart of everything. Without any pretentiousness, imposed solutions and closed conclusions. Daring and raw, yet touching, story of men who seek for the unknown world, different cultures and their roots, trying to conserve them, up to a certain present and maybe even future moments. This is where past and present merge, the familiar and unfamiliar, questioning our own understanding of society and feelings for humanity.

Malnar was a true visionary searching for universal and individual paradise, the truth, in love with the life. Also a realist, cynical, practical, direct, critical, pessimistic and self critical at times, witty and funny. This is how their journey becomes intense. Scientific and fictional at the same time, the authors are merging anthropological and literary approach, which is never superficial or excessive. 

Ž. Malnar

Take it as it is, and find your own meaning inside of it. This is something you don’t just read and put away. For us, the book itself was the glass city the author was searching for until the very last end. While Malnar has hopefully found his paradise by today, we will keep this precious trace of his brilliance to remind ourselves from now and then that us too, we are all just passing by. Even though most of our journeys happen inside of us, it is still very important to move legs to different grounds. The game of life doesn't change. The end does not exist, and the world is never too big or too small. Thank you Željko Malnar and Borna Bebek for this evidence.

Zagreb, 80ties

Summer in Zagreb – sluggish atmosphere of the city which looses a desire to live. ‘’Zvečka’’, ‘’Kavkaz’’, ‘’Blato’’ – gatherings of the so called modern or talented Zagreb youth and intellectuals, bohemians and pretty freebie girls. Sticky hands of that lustful life, those superficial intellectual conversations, shallow loves, fake hasty embraces and warm female bodies of the cold souls are slowly breaking my bones and squeezing me around the stifle. Empty conversations between women who dream of a movie career and sarcastic, deep intellectual talks of the directors of unrecorded movies.

Unemployed youth and not so young generation which has never been given the chance. Clusters of the young people in front of the bars, youth which doesn’t work because their parents hold important positions, atoning for their support, buying them Kawasaki, Honda cars and providing them large allowance.

Beograd, 80ties

And in Beograd, in the street of Knez Mihailov, during the day or long nights, nothing better. Bunch of ‘’young’’ people without challenges, without responsibility. Some are employed in’’safe’’ jobs where they don’t do anything, only for the low salaries. But on the other hand, the bars and cafes are crowded, as well as the disco clubs and evening restaurants. Beograd or Zagreb – it all comes down to the same thing. No more wars, no revolution, all has already been obtained for us, we have got everything served, so why do we complain? The youth almost in their forties, and still waiting for someone to take them seriously. There’s also this new youth which rushes into the same bars, same clubs, searching for the thrill in some new, even crazier hairstyle, yellow or green hair color.

From day to day, from bar to a bar, expecting, as everyone else around me, for someone to invite me, for something to happen, for someone to ask me, can I, will I? I know I can, but no one invites me. My generation, the generation of waiting in bars.

I used to say how I don’t like Zagreb, while loving Beograd, but lately I have realized that a man both loves and hates the city he lives in, while he can either love or hate all the other cities.

''Old'' Paris

In France, member of the European Union, there are no more interruptions during the lunchtime, no more street musicians. Here and there mostly some kids playing the guitars and singing American songs in poor English. The chanson of the Paris doesn’t exist anymore, just like the old Italy doesn’t exist, benevolent ‘’mamma mia’’, or the ancient Rome, or the blurry London – only uniformed, commercial – consuming centers with facades and differences where estranged people, automatic machines, hysterically work to grab the money to consume the passive entertainment which is being served to them by equally estranged entertainers through the mass media. True, in ‘’Regina’’ or ‘’Castello’’ you can still see some charmingly dressed or pretty women, but them too, they are trying to meet some kind of a manager which would throw them into some magazine, or, in best case, into some music video. Sex and beauty are becoming something to photograph and massively sell on the street.

Fontana di Trevi today, Rome

The visible cities can be reached by shortcut, even by plane, and in any way. But the paths to the invisible worlds have their own way, their beginning and end.

Zarathustra

It seems like there’s nothing in the world that hasn’t happened already. All kinds of nations, cultures, civilizations, philosophies and religions. Nations gain material and territorial goods. They become arrogant through the good times, they become distorted. The powerful ones manipulate people and religions. And, by some natural law, someone from somewhere shows up to sacrifice himself for the humanity. Long before Christ, in the old homeland of Aryan people, such prophet showed up. Greeks called him Zoroaster, and his nation called him Zaratustra, to classical Greeks and Romans he was well known.

They say that Zaratustra, when he caught a sight of the world, he laughed loudly and with his healthy laugh he chased away the evil spirits.

 At first they mocked and judged his wonders and his idealism. He fought for the kingdom of the god of truth and fairness on earth, against evil, lies, sin and temptation. The big prophet searched and found the enlightenment for the people in the shape of the supreme good Ahura Mazda. From Ahura Mazda or Ormuzd he received the book of knowledge and wisdom, Avesta. Avesta says: make a friend from the enemy, from the vicious make virtuous, and teach an ignorant how to learn.

Simple as that, prudence and love for the human were his traits.

 As every great idea, so the idea of Spitana Zoroaster had soon fallen into the hands of the skillful tyrants who made a state religion from the philosophy, and used it for their own personal gains.

silk road route

The inner journey very often overlaps with the outside journey. Into the glass city in the inner sense, you enter through the silk road and each man posseses that silk thread. For that journey, you don’t need the legs, or the eyes, or ears. The world, on the other hand, is also a living organism, it posseses its worldwide silk path which too has a visible dimension in the silk trail. 

The culture is recognized by its death. Sick cultures end up like Rome, through sadistic-sexual excess which appear even in today’s western industrial culture. Healthy organism dies in a creative way, through fertilization of others. 

WEDDING RITUALS, ASIA

He shall be Vidjaja’s housband, the head of the household. It was clear there was no turning back or changing mind. His pact with Vidjaja was a pact with the Sun and the Stars. The agreement in which he participates, as much as inside of himself. In such moments, I would often feel remorse. How could we, my whole generation, create a sport and recreation from the relations with women, and act as if women were an object of fun? Although I was feeling I couldn’t identify myself with the audience, I was grateful I felt primordial depth of that act and I was no longer able to make a burlesque from such mystery. It is easy to destroy myths, uncover the mystery as an empty fraud, but is that really a way to refine, humanize, to free a human being? In Western Europe they had already destroyed all the mysteries, nothing is sacred anymore, sex and death remain the last mysteries. But Western European is afraid of the mystery, he’s afraid of everything he cannot reduce to formulas, of what cannot be destroyed and ridiculed. From the fear of the last mystery, of the woman’s body, he creates a farce. But do Slavs really need western neuroses and fears, are we so terrified of the great sexual mysteries that we’ll create a farce from it? I couldn’t not to think about our own rituals while I was observing that eastern ritual.

 The relationship is maintained without words, exclusively by actions, or by execution of duties. We cannot even talk about love in western, for example, Hollywood sense of love. They are connected by duty to God.

Child care, sex life, it all becomes part of the holy ritual of connecting with fire and the overall cosmos.

 Nothing was happening in the heart of that young woman which couldn’t happen in the heart of our Slavic or Zagrebian woman. Nothing on her face that couldn't be seen on the face of Jasna or Vesna. If only a man could take off their thin layer of western European blase and and grant them strength. To be what they truly are.

I finished my day wondering if it was really necessary to come to Asia to experience the mystery of uniting two people. Primeval Him and Her, experienced by strong instinct of community. Something one cannot desecrate without fatal consequences.

Solomon Islands

Except the civilized man, almost no one in the world kills with no reason. Not a lion, not a tiger, not a cobra, or shark, just like that. All the animals mostly have a reason to kill. Of course, there are always exceptions. When not afraid, a wolf can kill without any reason. And black mamba, too, and krait, but am I really gonna bump into a wolf or krait? Who knows?

I’ve learnt on my travels that in the countries with no police, a man protects his life only by some internal authority. To loose that authority meant becoming nothing-a creature which could be killed by anyone.

The truth, asked Pontius Pilate Jesus, what is the truth? And Jesus was silent. Some say they know the truth. But Socrates only knew he didn’t know – that he knew nothing. Is it all absurd, is the whole life the Sisyphean torturing with a stone. No, I could not accept that explanation of the meaning.

Khun Sa, Burma's leading opium warlord and heroin manufacturer, in his headquarters at Mongmai near the Thai border, February 1989.

I was looking at those small people. They looked like children. Most of them reached up to my chest, and their smooth beardless faces with tiny noses and sweetish face expressions were giving an impression of little sweet chocolate figures from the children's New Year’s Eve program. And still, those were probably the cruelest people in the world.

-          - Who doesn’t want a life, wants death, and we are willing to give it. -

The whole renaissance art and science has drained the energy from Greece, and in the contemporary times it almost seems there’s no a scientist or a poet who hadn’t lived, talked, or in some way nurtured himself across the India or Greece. Those were The Beatles, and hippies, and Bohr, and Heisenberg, and almost anyone who has made something creative in this century. But India seduces, India knows how to lie, India cannot be loved, but whoever unreservedly believes in her, ends up beaten on rocks.

President Kennedy with NASA

Mankind appreciates success, visible, concrete success. We admire the pyramids, we admire Americans who fly to the Moon. We are fascinated by the Roman Empire, the philosophical Hegel system.

 As much as a man, a nation or civilization succeeds to be disciplined, tamed, subordinated to some common law, common aspirations or activities, that much the nation becomes successful. An Indian turns inwards to himself – creates deep philosophy, control over body, etc. American tames the atom. We all succeed at something, we sacrifice ourselves, we suffer, we work in order to make something, to create.

Today, at the end of 20^th century, we divide the world on West and East, the developing countries-industrial countries, capitalist-socialist, and so on, and all those divisions either have or don’t have some kind of logic. But other divisions can be spotted too, those rhythmical, vibratory, informal. We travel the world up and down, America, France, Zimbabwe, Singapore, and everywhere around the one and the same dominant rhythm of the twentieth century-underneath which ones are hidden assumptions that a better life depends on sufficient number of the machines, sufficiently high productivity, sufficiently high rate of consumption.

But still, here and there white elephant approaches, white crow overflies. Here and there in some remote spots we come across the ‘’cultures’’, nations radically different. Societies who are not rushing, sacrificing themselves, who do not worry about a better future and are not burdened with the gaining, but simply living according to their fate.

 The ‘’lost nation’’ of Kalash

Why do ethnologists avoid Kafiristan ?
The only conclusion: the science is afraid of Kafiristan. It’s easier to destroy all those people, their culture, so that there would be no traces remained.

The society which hasn’t created anything grandiose, for them everything is little, tiny, simple…And still, they have everything…Their cuisine isn’t especially developed, there are no spectacular dances. But also there’s no depression, either. Suicide is unfamiliar. War is abstraction. Psychological neurosis and disorders, except biological ones, are unfamiliar, as we have been told by the experts later. No richmen.

Kalash women

We have never encountered simpler and happier people.

The death and birth are accompanied by an equal joy because ‘’life is beautiful and to enter something is beautiful’’, they say. And afterlife, they say, is even prettier and it’s even greater happiness for the one who goes there.

Today the whole world, more or less, has been captured by the basic urge of the industrial-capitalistic spirit - competition. Life becomes race. We are all so called equal, but the jobs we do are unequally evaluated. The Kalash solve that problem very simply. They are all equal, so there’s no point to compete. Not equal in the Chinese way, in the sense of Mao Zedong that everyone’s equally dressed. Not equal like industrial West meaning everyone’s got equal opportunities to compete for unequal life privileges. Here, they’re all equal meaning that every profession matters equally. The priest doesn’t despise a doctor, doctor doesn’t despise a blacksmith, a merchant doesn’t despise a farmer.

Shall we live in a completely automatized world or we might learn something from these happy people? In the twenty first century a lot of things will happen, but it looks like that Kalash people wont be existing anymore.

Tibetan lamas

You are invited so that – lama answered – you would come. And so, you came here because you had been invited, and you had been invited because you came. It’s the same with the Glass town. Everyone who’s invited gets there. I don’t know why you’re searching for the Glass town in Tibet exactly, because there are five hundred and eighteen billion glass towns in the world.

I’m lying, I wasn’t discussing at all, the whole time I was reassuring myself! It’s not that lama didn’t believe in my arguments. It was hard to say what he believed. Almost the only thing he said was that, everyone finds the exact City of glass he's been invited to. No, it wasn’t an expression of his irony. I didn’t believe myself anymore. All that rationalization, that cheap logical philosophical expression, cheap eastern phrases – the answer is inside of a man, the whole truth is inside you. It was all being sold at the square Cvjetno in Zagreb, at the New Year’s fair, in the cheap editions of the eastern wisdom. Know yourself and you shall know the whole world, and bunch of similar phrases which could be puked by every student of Indology after the first semester of college. Have I come to Tibet only to ramble the wise proverbs of conceptual notions behind which stands nothing concrete? The idea which doesn’t manifests itself materially, is not valid. I knew that, idealism, the lies and notions, I didn’t need this ironic lama to tell me that. He told me what I should have been told. Go where your conscience tells you, and you will find it! And my conscience didn’t lead me to empty phrases and ideas! No, my conscience was leading me outside, into the material world, outside, into the mountains, into the snow and ice. The ideas from the philosophic books, that’s for others. Who cares about idea which remains just that, an idea, Bebek and I used to say.

Himalaya mountains

Easy, easy – a cloud spoke – Don’t be afraid, I wont run away from you.

I knew it would all be fine, that a cloud would not fade away, that I haven’t tried so hard in vain, and that there was no fraud.

I knew that I would never be able to find the entrance, into this lively, real town, without a person I left down there in the foothill, sleeping. Had to be back for him, because without his physical entrance, along with him and inside of him, this was all just a crystal dream.

-Tomorrow- I said to the doctor – let it all begin tomorrow. I turned around, covered over my head and drifted into a dream.

Ž. Malnar

Yes, after all it all pays of. Somewhere, here at the Himalayas, somewhere, here inside of me, as much as in distant Croatia, some fire is burning, the fire of life which occurs in every man willing to look for it. To me, at the Himalayas, to a girl, in front of the wedding altar, to a warrior, during an onslaught, to a baker, in the grill of a bread oven. We are all guests at the beautiful feast of life.

Željko Malnar ( 12 April 1944. - 9 July 2013. )

From Avesta:

Oh eternal light, lighten the way

through the darkness, arrogance, envy and fear

and lead me to the light path of the truth.

A.B.

Love, Invitation to Inspiration

VIRTUALLY SPEAKING

A lot of people go through their lives reading, never searching for the meaning behind the written words, without realizing that the words are merely rocks set there for us to cross the river, and the reason the rock is set there, is so that we could cross to the other shore…the other shore is what matters.

José Saramago

Pop culture gives us the illusion of two separated worlds with different cultures. The first one is ‘’high quality culture’’, made of popular trends amongst self proclaimed intellectuals and artists. The other one is shallow mainstream pop culture. Both are opened to everyone, and they coexist, keep each other alive. Without the day, there would be no night; it is the same sky above us, after all. And the system works perfectly.

We would understand much more about life’s complexities if we applied ourselves to an assiduous study of its contradictions, instead of wasting time on identities and coherences, seeing as these have a duty to provide their own explanations.

― José Saramago, The Cave

The high quality pop culture form of the intellectual and artistic elitism and it is open 24/7 to everyone. To be part of it you don’t have to understand it. This culture offers an ideal world to the, let's call them, idea seekers. The ideas have been sold to young people since forever, and they are revolving around personal style and self marketing. And they have never been more transparent and available as today, because they can sell a complete lifestyle revolving around what is acceptable and what is not. And lifestyle means status.

All stories are like those about the creation of the universe, no one was there, no one witnessed anything, yet everyone knows what happened.

― José Saramago, Blindness

These idea seekers are people who are desperately trying to fill their inner void and boredom with these acceptable rules of the ''high pop culture''. For example, every idea seeker would list Frida Kahlo, Tom Waits, Jim Jarmuch, Kubrick, David Bowie, Bukowski as part of their own identity inspiration. Bukowski would probably send them to hell, while Frida might be disgusted that her red lipstick, brows and cigarette have become more famous than her passionate work. The heroes of the idea seekers are everything these people are not. They sell their heroes for social approval and devalue them in that way. The idea seekers are great internet consumers; they feed on every newsfeed searching for the new ideas all the time, without ever digging deeper into the core of it. Their satisfaction is shallow, and it is their ticket to the entrance of the illusionary intellectual and artistic elite circle, without saying or doing anything interesting for real.

The minds of human beings are not always entirely at one with the world in which they live, some people have trouble adjusting to reality, basically they're just weak, confused spirits who use words, sometimes very skillfully, to justify their cowardice.

― José Saramago

How to differ these idea seekers from the real thing diggers? The real thing diggers are loyal to their tastes and people, and are not concerned with actual trends, while always upgrading their knowledge and curiosity with something new. The real thing diggers seek for the inner sentiment and are not concerned with the need to prove themselves to others. They will share their interests as long as they feel connected with others that way, not to patronize others.  They are not concerned with putting stuff in boxes and tagging names on it. They don’t have to make propaganda of their inner world, because they really have one. They want to create. They also seek the ideas, but to dig deeper, to get to the others, not to feed their ego. And they are not afraid of the emotions they might find there. They are consistent because they know they've existed in the same way, long before virtually recreating themselves.

You know the name you were given, you do not know the name that you have.

― José Saramago

The modern universal man is virtual, satisfied, super confident, knows-it-all, has immense faith in himself and deserves the best of the best. The popular culture is inviting everyone to put on their crowns on. It is the idea of kingdom, not the real one of course. The art, music, literature, these things are real and will never disappear. The idea seekers are aware of that, but what they really don’t know is what to do with these ideas that can actually serve humanity and change everyday people's lives. The inner frustration and natural sadness are not being tolerated anymore. You have to act worthy enough to put on the crown.

Just as the habit does not make the monk, the sceptre does not make the king.

― José Saramago, Blindness

Literature above all, helps people to open their eyes, to think differently, so that these people could change the world around them. Saramago also thought that the only ones who could change the world were the pessimists (he considered himself to be one), because the optimist would always approved everything as lovely and nice and so nothing would have changed. The most important word in every language for him was the word ‘’no’’, and he believed one must repeat it numerous times during the day, in the context of ‘’I don’t want to do that’’, considering that was the way the man must keep his spirit awake and fulfill his citizen duty.

The outsiders, sentimental warriors, undocumented hearts and minds, quiet meaning seekers, fools for simple life, love and truth and all the other freaks, we salute you. To seek the life above ideas, photographs and words. This is not your culture anymore, this world of black and white, good and bad, worthy and unworthy. The grey works only for those who are playing by the rules of the game. The game itself is to be tolerated in everything except in tolerating others; to preach and to be heard, without offering anything positive to another human being. To sell music, art and literature and not to live them.

Perhaps only in a world of the blind will things be what they truly are.

― José Saramago, Blindness

A.B.

Love, Invitation to Inspiration

CIRCLES

When the sun shines, it burns your skin

When the wind blows, it shakes your feet

When the rain falls, the roof you seek

When the snow falls, you ask for heat

Too much of everything, or never enough

The weather is humble as much as you are

The nature takes care of everyone

The leaves fall from trees as they're all one

The ground gives after it feeds

The sky reflects the atoms of sea

The sea likes sun, sun makes you see

The circles are a promise

What you give, you recieve.

A.B.

photo via #reptarz

Invitation to Inspiration

SO EASY

I looked for the eyes in all funny places

Dark alleys, sunny spots, following traces

Skipped fresh years playing the fool

But I couldn’t fool my own truth.

Played those songs, fell for words

Ended up drained, wasn’t the first.

If I stop knocking will there be an empty hall

If I start shining will they turn heads to the wall

Is this how life is, they love to touch you when you fall

Climbing is for lonely ones, in the middle no one calls.

Don’t have to try no more, compete or prove them wrong

Read between the lines in any of their songs

He knew I would make it and was never really gone

I've almost let them take me, he was right here all along.

A.B.

Art print by Los Tomatos, ''The boy who stole the moon''

DRESS: OFF DRESS CODE: ON

There are never enough dresses in a girl's closet. After all, we all want to feel like queens when it comes to certain moments. And we just can’t get enough of those maxi dresses. Is it even possible to look glamorous without the dress? Is the dress all there is? We hope not. Here are some of our stylish inspirations for any kind of gala event you might be up to: 

1. LADY TUX

When you're sure there will be too many dresses, pick a female tuxedo. We are in the 21^st century and it is no longer shocking to see a woman wearing a tux and looking gorgeous. Angelina Jolie has proven it long time ago and Charlize Theron has just recently shown us how women can profit more with the tuxedo than a sparkling dress. 

Angelina Jolie, 2014.

Charlize Theron, 2016.

 

2. JUMPSUIT

Jumpsuits can be more than a casual outfit, but you already knew that, didn't you? Long or short, straight cut or skinny style, just search for the model which will make you feel both sexy and comfortable. That's what jumpsuits are all about, after all. 

Victoria Beckham, 2016.

Ashley Madekwe, 2013.

3. TOP & SKIRT

Knee length or below knee pencil skirt doesn't go out of style. With a crop shirt or chic top, you can beat the dress elegance with a more interesting look. Even a simple long dress and a Tee can look majestic. Don't believe it? Ask Amber Heard. It’s all about balancing the right pieces. 

Amber Heard, 2016.

Willa Holland, 2015.

               

4. TOP & HIGH WAIST PANTS

If you don't want to go with the skirt, there are many variations of high waist pants which can make you stand out in such elegant way. With the right pair of high heel shoes, palazzo pants, tapered pants or straight cut looks great with some chic top, and there you go.

Emma Stone, 2015.

Sarah Hyland, 2016.

  

5. TUNIC / KAFTAN

Yes, the tunic is a still more casual version of a party look. ''Kaftan'' refers to Eastern fashion and tradition of clothing, which has always been an inspiration for never ending boho trends. But do not underestimate the power of a lovely tunic. Kaftan is the synonim of the exotic glamour. It's never too late to meet your inner boho queen.

Kate Moss, 2011.

A.B.

Tell us what you think xoxo

Love, Invitation to Inspiration

MONKEY SEE, MONKEY DO

Did you buy the same jacket? Cool, it's all fashion anyway. You do your ponytail like that, too? Oh, now we even have the same hair color…Aaaand you just used all my phrases among the group of people as yours. Welcome to the attack of clones. 

Familiar? Well, most girls are into same stuff, since we all fall for the, more or less, same commercial trends. Girlfriends inspire each other - I like your shoes, they would look great with the dress I've bought! - You go buy them, girl! - But clone attacking is more like an interior monkey monologue - Look at her…What else can I take from her to become better…Oh, I’ll take that thing she does with her makeup as my own. -

Who are these people and why do they want to copy other people to the smallest details? Why do we feel rage when noticing these patterns?

Because  we feel observed from the shadow, and then robbed. And before you even notice, there’s another you, with the same jacket, same shoes, same hairstyle. Flattered? Or paranoid maybe? Neither. Plus, your friends thought it was you on those photos. How awkward is that?.

How to defend yourself from the monkeys? Learn this:

1. Their target doesn't have to be anyone special. It could be their new colleague, a new friend, someone who has just entered into their private circle. This person triggers them into changing their own ways. They are easily influenced by anyone and anything, for example, their boyfriends, their ex-boyfriends, their friends, popular trends, their momentary environment.

2. They are not unaware of what they do. They consciously pick up your little habits and ways, and they use what they consider being most interesting and useful for them. They invest their energy into it and drain yours. Of course, we all get influenced by people we are close to and vice versa, but you’ll notice the difference between influencing and imitating. Influencing someone makes you feel valued, while the imitation can make you feel confused, even threatened or irritated. 

3. They speak only of what they’ve heard, using someone's words, phrases, etc.  They have zero inborn originality, so they must steal from the others these unique traits to appear interesting and sympathetic. Opinions, style, taste, manners, etc. That way they can easily go from one extreme to another, completely changing their persona from time to time, in order to adapt themselves to their momentary environment and situation. Notice the difference between healthy change and chameleon change - healthy change is part of the human growth, while chameleon change has nothing to do with the growth and personal development.

4. They may often appear confident, and they try very hard to make this impression on others, but they aren’t confident at all. They appear to have a high opinion of themselves, yet they steal the best of the best from everyone they find appealing and sell these traits as their own.  They are very concerned with being accepted and approved everywhere, by everyone. They crave so hard for the originality and tastefulness that they don’t have, so everything they pick up is more of a caricature of the real thing. Deep down they know this, so they might hate you for being you while hiding their shameful jealousy.

5.  You’re not crazy for feeling bad or for noticing you’re the monkey target. Others may not notice it since it is not about them. Most of the time, when we feel something’s there, it usually is. Nobody knows you and understands you better than you.

The best thing to do in these situations is to stay consistent & distant yourself. Recognize, ignore, and move away. Try not to observe the monkey. Do not jump into conclusions uncarefully and share them with everyone. It is simply not wise and the chances of being misinterpreted as snobbish are high. Leave others to their own conclusions. Monkeys usually get recognized, sooner or later.

Remember that a copy can never last like the original, as it cannot survive without its source. Even long lasting friendships or relationships with the monkeys are almost impossible if you seek the truth and sincerity in it. On the other side, monkeys would do anything to escape the solitude, cause without others, they simply do not exist. And that's all there is.

A.B.

Love, ITI

CAPS LOCK SONG

THE SPELL IS BLOCKED

THE BOOK IS UNLOCKED

YOU'RE REVEALED

I AM HEALED

YOU MESSED WITH THE WRONG ONE

I HAVE FRIENDS IN MY HOMETOWN

YOU SENT THE WRONG TEAM

MY COURTYARD IS CLEAN

I HAVE NO TOLERATION

FOR CHEAP IMITATIONS

MY RELATIONS ARE REAL

YOU BETTER NOT BE SEEN

INTRUDORS GET SLAPPED

MY WEAPON IS PACKED

THIS IS NOT A WARNING

IT'S A FEAST,  AND I'M STARVING.

A.B.

Peace and love, ITI