Making fortunes and reflections on luck

Is a commentary on the vacuous promise of consumerism.

You are unique and special. Told to many. 

It is of course true. We are all magnificent and distinct like snowflakes. If we were told this information sat on a hillside talking with a loved one it would fill our cup. But a capitalist treat telling us the same thing feels totally insincere and empty. 

Interesting how much context affects experience.

I am still not resolved how they will be displayed. I like the idea of simply laying them in a row, so the vacuous repetition looms large.