This cadence, these inflections, this sounds like some vintage Nationalist poetry...only it's a freakin' shampoo commercial. Go figure that.
Did Jayne Cortez used to direct commercials? Or just what, exactly?
Here for all these years I thought I was empathetic. Turns out I just needed to wash my hair?
To live is to be disappointed? Or to be fooled?
Not necessarily in that order, if indeed, any?