Whatever small things that come this way, it's a show. A show of corduroy and smiles, the grin, the cushions. Customer services smile all around of a cult that's the charm of this machine that we are a part of, the way it feels. It's like there's nothing between us.
Business as usual, industry as usual, mechanizations as usual of the physical laws we operate and consume in circles, ain't that grand? You can't deny it from the tensing of your stomach for that advertising, commercial friendly look.
Part of the biz of what makes they look for others a craft; a sport. Pride in craft, the intrinsic upstaging of others of the body, built. The long term admiration.
Feel this copywriting disappear into the waves?
