Maybe it’s the beauty in acting as such, knowing that deep inside I’m actually not as I pretend to be. But I’d like to argue otherwise. I find inherent virtue in being gaudy. Not at all as a hollow nihilistic attitude towards the world, but as a farce. A farce performed in a determined manner. I do not desire for an illusion of hope that is the promised land. But I desperately crave for realness.

Being gaudy, played out as a determined farce, will bring out the most honest perspective of mine. In that sense, gaudiness is a virtue.