And A Man Comes On And Tells Me…

Think different.
Just do it.
Open happiness.

Begin before the narrative.
Immersion first.
Explanation later.

Priceless,
but somehow always available.
Technology as magic.
Presence, no proof required.

Belong anywhere.
Stand still.
Buy less.
Feel more.

Real beauty,
threaded through generations,
stitched quietly
behind the noise
and the pitch.

Timeless.
Legacy-approved.
Edited, then rescued
by what feels authentic.

Silence as value.
Sound as identity.
Your year, your taste,
your data,
remembering you.

Motion equals meaning.
Energy you can trust.
Flow over mastery.
The body knows first.

Life as fuel.
Life as current.
Life as something
you almost control
until it moves you.

Show, don’t tell.
Stream, don’t stop.
Touch the object.
Feel the surface.
Call it real.

Expand the horizon.
Ignite the instrument.
Turn emotion into action.

Belong.
Resonate.
Find your voice.

And underneath it all—
a soft insistence:

You are enough
but not quite
until this moment
arrives
and lets you feel
already here.

Reykjavik, Iceland

…This is a found poem, constructed from advertisement taglines.