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<p><span style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;" lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> </span></span></span></p> <p><em><strong>"Another empty room" , by </strong></em><a class="extiw" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erik_Pevernagie" title="en:Erik Pevernagie"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>Erik Pevernagie</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong>, 80 x 100 cm, Oil on canvas</strong></em></p> <p> </p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>When the rusty shackles of our emotions are unchained, we can become lovers without a cause, and intrinsically the deepest wells of our unconsciousness may uncover the uncharted territories of deliverance, granting free rein to our intuition and giving love downright carte blanche.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>Falling in love is like entering a promised land that offers hope and dreams. It is experienced like a room filled with idyllic ecstasy and extreme comprehensiveness, putting everything in the shade.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>Love has the power to create a unique room of brightness and richness in the lives of people. Happiness may have a temporary mood, though. A daily routine may kill endearing or passionate memories. The constraint of the room may become oppressive, and the emptiness unbearable. The room loses then its original fullness and turns into a place of nothingness. Jean-Paul Sartre has been highly aware of this void.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>When fiction has become a reality, it can be a fairy tale or a firestorm. In that case, the time has come to pull up our socks, to question our lives, and to realign matters.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>When love has become a play of squirming mind-games or a tinderbox of mental conflicts, emotional benchmarks need an unremitting reset.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>For some, life may be a playground to undermine the brainwaves of others or just a vainglorious game with an armory of theatrics, illustrating only bleak self-deception, haughty narcissism, and dim deficiency in empathy.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>It is so simple and easy to hate but so demanding and exhausting to love when the vow "love forever" has crumbled down to an avowal of "love never, ever again." When the bonds of trust have been blasted, a way back to a lost paradise is most unlikely.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>Stefan Zweig has experienced the oppression of the emptiness of the room: "Time to leave now, get out of this room, go somewhere, anywhere; sharpen this feeling of happiness and freedom, stretch your limbs, fill your eyes, be awake, wider awake, vividly awake in every sense and every pore."</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>Kafka reveals his feelings to Milena : "Sometimes I have the feeling that we're in one room with two opposite doors and each of us holds the handle of one door, one of us flicks an eyelash, and the other is already behind his door, and now the first one has but to utter a word and immediately the second one has closed his door behind him and can no longer be seen. ...sometimes even both are behind the doors, and the beautiful "room is empty."</strong></em></p> <p><em><br /><strong> </strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Phenomenon: Quality of relationship</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>''Factual starting point: Room with </strong></em><a href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/Man" title="Man"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>man</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong> and </strong></em><a href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/Woman" title="Woman"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>woman</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong> embracing</strong></em></p> <p class="ecxmsonormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt;"> </p> <p class="ecxmsonormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt;"> </p> <p> </p> <p class="ecxmsonormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt;"> </p>

Another empty room
<p><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "><span class="ecxdetail-box-desc"><strong style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: "><span class="ecxdetail-box-desc"> </span></span></strong></span></span></p> <p><strong style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"> </strong></p> <p><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"> <p><em><strong>Could </strong></em><a title="Time" class="mw-redirect" href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/Time"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>time</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong> be patient , by </strong></em><a title="en:Erik Pevernagie" class="extiw" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erik_Pevernagie"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>Erik Pevernagie</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong>, oil on canvas.</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>“We see a </strong></em><a title="Door" class="mw-redirect" href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/Door"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>door</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong>, a figure with a small bag, the crossing stripes and lines. We read the title and the visual content of the painting is being transposed onto a philosophical scale. The rough and schematic manner of the painter deprives the represented figure of any particular and personal feature, thus making it easier for the beholder to imagine himself at the place of the figure.</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>The small bag might suggest the idea of leaving and the door becomes a symbol with many facets. It can open into another room, into a corridor, into a public space. Maybe this door is the last door in life. You only need to step across the threshold and you reach a place of “nothingness”. Unless you meet some signs of existence human beings have been dreaming of since the beginning of the world.</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>The transverse lines bar the space where the figure appears, or perhaps it is the beholder who is expelled from the scene representing the very last moments. Those lines distort in some way the picture and prevent the spectator from seeing the perspective clearly. Are not they a graphic metaphor suggested by the painter for the time introducing the </strong></em><a title="Fourth dimension (page does not exist)" class="new" href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?title=Fourth_dimension&amp;action=edit&amp;redlink=1"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>fourth dimension</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong>? (Ludmila Krasnova).</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Phenomenon : Time, place, nothingness</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Factual starting point: Man with suit case</strong></em></p> </span></p> <p> </p> <p><strong style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"> <p> </p> <p class="ecxmsonormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt; vertical-align: top;" align="center"> </p> </strong></p> <p> </p> <p class="ecxmsonormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt; vertical-align: top;" align="center"> </p>

Could time be patient
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="color: #333333;"> </span></span></span></p> <p><strong><em>Alors. Tout a basculé , by </em><a class="extiw" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erik_Pevernagie" title="en:Erik Pevernagie"><strong><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em>Erik Pevernagie</em></span></span></strong></a><em>,(80 x100 cm) , oil on canvas</em></strong></p> <p><em><br /></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>The whole wire system of the brain could be disconnected in a spark of a second by a sometimes insignificant detail.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>An unexpected incident or an innocuous phone call may provoke ethereal distress that might plunge one’s life into chaos and like a sudden twist of fate, overturn our mental frame, ransacking the assembled experiences of our history.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>When we fail to reflect on the undercurrents of the circumstances of our life, we may have permanent misgivings about the quality of our interpretations. A lucid reading of our acts and our desires helps us to avoid tumbling into a frustrating gap between what we expect and what others expect.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>An insipid voice message or an incongruent emergence from the “other” world may disrupt our whole thinking system. If we are not able to deal with the fragmentation of our self and assess the deconstruction of our identity, a corny incident could easily capsize our being. A misinterpretation of facts and expectations may perturb our awareness and unsettle our perception.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>When “I” and “me” don’t get along very well, the road to oneness may be very often bumpy.</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Phenomenon:</strong> Destiny, mental deconnection</em></p> <p><em><strong>Factual starting point of the picture</strong>: Man with telephone</em></p> <p class="ecxmsonormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt;"> </p> <p class="ecxmsonormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt;"> </p> <p> </p> <p class="ecxmsonormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt;"> </p>

Alors, tout a basculé
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;" lang="EN-GB"> </span></span></span></p> <p><em><strong>"All the words he always wanted to tell her." , by </strong></em><a class="extiw" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erik_Pevernagie" title="en:Erik Pevernagie"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>Erik Pevernagie</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong>, 100 x 80 cm, oil on canvas</strong></em></p> <p> </p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>The timeless moments between 'being in the nick of time' and 'missing out' may captivate our thinking and arouse a spell of time traveling.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>Those moments may be unsuspected anchor points in our lives, confer an astounding depth to our daily experiences, and throw a stunning light on the history of our being.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>This impression remains instilled in our mental construction, since memory may be pig-headed and wants us to follow its whims along with the blips and dips of our timeline.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>Since many are used to delay important matters and hold up urgent statements, they also often forget the right words at the right moment, for people they care for, and who need sympathy.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>"Sorry! We haven't got the time right now." "Later! Yes, we'll do it later. Promised!" "We have so many things on hand. We'll do it next time!" But they forget. Procrastination!</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>When the fatidical moment has struck, and the point of no return has come, everything is irretrievably too late since the endeared and valued people have vanished.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>What remains then are feelings of irreparable mental damage, regret, and remorse.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>When grief impounds our thinking and eats our brains, it seeps through all the cracks of our daily living. Only the soothing wind of comforting words may counter the withering twilight and the frostiness of darkness.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>If we fail to be 'in the nick of time' or have been 'missing out,' the magic of timeless moments will ignore us.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong><br />– <a href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/Mark_Twain" title="Mark Twain" style="color: #0b0080; background: none;">Mark Twain</a> has his own opinion about procrastination: “Never put off till tomorrow what may be done the day after tomorrow just as well.”</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Phenomenon: procrastination</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Factual starting point of the picture: physical disappearance of a person and its mental consequences.</strong></em></p> <p class="ecxmsonormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt;"> </p> <p class="ecxmsonormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt;"> </p> <p> </p> <p class="ecxmsonormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt;"> </p>

All the words he always wanted to tell her.
<p><span style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;" lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> </span></span></span></p> <p><em><strong>"Alert. High noon." , by </strong></em><a class="extiw" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erik_Pevernagie" title="en:Erik Pevernagie"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>Erik Pevernagie</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong>, oil on canvas,</strong></em></p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; background: #F8F9FA;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong>If the reality of our life has become an unsettling arabesque puzzle, and we still want to add more filigree embroidery to it, we might, someday, expect to stray from the point of recognition. We lose then the final thread, expelled to the edge of delusion, and forced to dance on the brim of chaos.</strong></em></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; background: #F8F9FA;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong>The unknown leaves the door open. Ignorance has the door shut.</strong></em></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; background: #F8F9FA;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong>Some who call the shots are sometimes tightrope-walking between unconcern and ignorance. They give way to unrestrained vagaries and bypass all the priorities of our environment. Therefore, we mustn't fail to value those who take courage to stand up against random practices, institutional malfunction, and flagrant injustice, and speak out against social decay and moral obliviousness.</strong></em></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; background: #F8F9FA;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong>When our freedom's underlying structure is in jeopardy, we do well to be concerned about our whistle-blowers. Blinking beacons are essential to secure a living together in a social framework we can trust.</strong></em></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; background: #F8F9FA;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong>Ignorance and stupidity are the most dangerous viruses that jeopardize our living together. Calamity cannot be prevented nor cured, merely as a result of unawareness.</strong></em></span></p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; background: #F8F9FA;"> </p> <p style="margin-top: 6.0pt; margin-right: 0cm; margin-bottom: 6.0pt; margin-left: 0cm; background: #F8F9FA;"><span style="font-size: 10.0pt; font-family: &quot;Arial&quot;,sans-serif; color: #202122; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;" lang="EN-US"><em><strong>In the land of the ostriches, the blind are kings. When politicians bury their heads in the sand, ignorance rules the country.</strong></em></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><br /><em><strong>Phenomenon:</strong> Freedom, whistle-blower, ignorance.</em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>Factual starting point of the picture:</strong> Person announcing the alarm level.</em></p> <p class="ecxmsonormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt; vertical-align: top;"> </p> <p class="ecxmsonormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt; vertical-align: top;"> </p> <p> </p> <p class="ecxmsonormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt; vertical-align: top;"> </p>

Alert high noon
<p class="ecxmsonormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><em><strong><span style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;" lang="EN-GB">A price for liberty (80 x 100 cm)</span></strong></em><span style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;" lang="EN-GB"> </span><span style="font-family: Tahoma; color: #2a2a2a; font-size: 10pt;"></span></span></span></p> <p class="ecxmsonormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt;"><em><strong><span style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN;" lang="EN"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;">Freedom has a price. The price of liberty varies from country to country. So do penalties: they range from fair warnings to dissections of limbs. </span></span></strong></em><span style="font-family: Tahoma; color: #2a2a2a; font-size: 10pt;"></span></p>

A price for liberty
<p><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;" lang="EN-GB"> </span></span></span></p> <p><em><strong>"</strong></em><a href="https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/Bread" title="Bread"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>Bread</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong> and Satellite" , by </strong></em><a class="extiw" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erik_Pevernagie" title="en:Erik Pevernagie"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>Erik Pevernagie</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong>, oil on canvas, 80 x 100 cm.</strong></em></p> <p> </p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>Wallowing in the smooth surface of their self-satisfaction, many are merely counting the shadows on the wall of their ennui, adding up the numerous illusions and indulging in the comforting lies and ignoring the unpleasant truths.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>Do they not deserve our attention, those armies of small-minded and low-graded people, drifting on the waves of their unawareness or misfortune, suffocating in their caves of bewilderment and fading into oblivion?</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>Imminent counteractions might unchain an avalanche of social fallouts if they feel ignored or disregarded. Sheeple's rage is unpredictable and rampant. We must never fail to remember the lessons of history.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>Since Roman times, people have been starving for bread and games, food, and entertainment. "Panem et circenses." First food and games, and then morality.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>Nothing has changed. Since many are confronted with an eerie void, lacking essential qualities in their daily repertoire and suffering from missing out on a second or third dimension in their lives, they feel disjointed and disgruntled, unconsciously struggling to find out a kind of strategy to "construct" or to "reconstruct" their living.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>So many sing out of tune and need a little help from their friends, but this may not suffice.</strong></em></p> <p style="margin: 0.5em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 13.3px; background-color: #f8f9fa;"><em><strong>Everyone should, thus, leave their ivory tower, now and then, and roll up their sleeves to help the sheeple to break the mold, those who have been doomed to remain unconstructed and unfit to experience revivifying awareness and gratifying conditions.</strong></em></p> <p><br /><em><strong>Phenomenon: Primary human needs</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Factual starting point: Bread and satellite</strong></em></p> <p class="ecxmsonormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt; vertical-align: top;" align="center"> </p> <p class="ecxmsonormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt; vertical-align: top;" align="center"> </p> <p> </p> <p class="ecxmsonormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt; vertical-align: top;" align="center"> </p>

Bread and satellite
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="color: #333333; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB;"> <p><em><strong>Buying now. Dying later , by </strong></em><a title="en:Erik Pevernagie" class="extiw" href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erik_Pevernagie"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: #0066cc;"><em><strong>Erik Pevernagie</strong></em></span></span></a><em><strong>, oil on canvas,100 x 80 cm</strong></em></p> <p><br /><em><strong> Consumption may be considered as a "life purpose".</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Consumers, however, are trapped by overconsumption and guided by phony enjoyment. Consumption is felt as a remedy against boredom and gives a sensation of power and supremacy, providing a feeling of standing out from the crowd by the extravagance of the purchases.</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Many seem to suffer from an "obsessive compulsive disorder", as they want to buy, with money, which they don't have, things they do not actually need.</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>The "hidden persuaders" of Vance Packard make an effort to convince them that they are on the right track. By ignoring their addiction, though, they can become victims of severe financial miscalculations, as well.</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Phenomenon: Consumption</strong></em></p> <p><em><strong>Factual starting point of the pictureː Person with shopping cart</strong></em></p> </span> <p align="center" class="ecxmsonormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt; vertical-align: top;"> </p> </span> <p align="center" class="ecxmsonormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt; vertical-align: top;"> </p> </span></p> <p align="center" class="ecxmsonormal" style="text-align: center; margin: 0cm 0cm 16.2pt; vertical-align: top;"> </p>

Buying now, Dying later

Captain at high sea
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