I am a hollow reed. Campaigns, slogans and groundbreaking concepts fly out of me like a cool summer breeze. I am merely a humble man selling humble products, making a wealthy man I’ve never met even wealthier. Such is the condition of the 9 to 5 mind. It cannot be otherwise. I am not a spiritual leader or a holy man; I have no business with such people. After the sun has gone down, I am merely a man who has completed his day’s work. No more, no less.
Ideas come, products sell. Products come, ideas sell. Advertising is naught but this.
No great truth, no great lie. Just idle stories between cold fluorescent lights and a half-finished cup of tea.
Tags: advertising, zen
