"We have these brief lives, and our only real choice is how we will fill them. Your attention is precious. Don't squander it. Don't throw it away. Don't let companies and products steal it from you. Don't let advertisers trick you into lusting after things you don't need. Don't let the media convince you to covet the lives of celebrities. Own your attention -- it's all you really have."
- Jonathan Harris
It's often said of the characters in Anton Chekhov's plays that 'everyone talks,but no one listens.' The cast of feckless aristocrats inhabit a troubled world of melancholy, loss and ennui. They speak endlessly at each other of their dreams and disappointments, but they rarely pause to listen. Their relationships seem compromised by their own emotional deafness, their solipsism. They live lives of empty chat and listless languor, punctuated only by another trip to the samovar.
I wonder has the world of brand marketing something in common with Chekhov's? Could modern brands be accused of speaking without listening? Talking loud, but saying nothi
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