Who Made You, Advertisment?

Sometimes, when I'm staring at an ad. I wonder

Who made you?

Is there even still a who?

People hate ads. I use adblock. There are many good reason to hate ads.

But yet.

But yet.

But yet.

I sometimes feel a strange sadness. When I look upon them and ponder "do people still make these?"

People were behind ever ad. I wonder who made them. Would the same kinds of products still be advertised if every had ad to include credits?

Would people want to be remembered? For that disasterous Pepsi ad?

You know, the one where Pepsi ended racism?

They lay out the product so careful upon page. Trying to convience me to buy it, to convience me of the luxury, to grip me, to make me believe I could be that Guy doing that Thing with that Prefect Technique.

If only I had the Right Thing instead of The Wrong Thing.

How many hands did my ads pass through. How many people were involved. Did they care?

Even when I was making pizza, for a fast food joint, I couldn't help but care about each one.

It in human nature, to project art into any act of creation. The neat organization of every pepperoni. The even distribution of each topping. Doing it all at a breakneck pace.

For measely pay.

For a company that would probably kill me if it made more money.

For people that just wanted a quick meal at 9pm.

But know, I look upon marketing, the mysterious quotes, and that curiousity sours.

Becuase one day I know, the hands that try to get my hands to buy what they are handing out will be replaced by the hands that extract from the hands that created.

I wonder who made my ads?

Will they still have a livelihood?

Did they care about what they made?

I can only imagine they did. If only a little.

I wish I got to hear their stories before it was all quietly annihilated.