We are bored in the city, in the endless repetition of the commodity,

in the shimmering wasteland of the Spectacle where every desire is promised and none delivered,

only mediated by the billboard's fading poetry.

This boredom is not a personal failing; it is the deep, hollow echo of a life flattened by work,

by the daily grind that steals our energy and leaves us empty,

consuming pre-packaged experiences.

Situationist International