When my best friend’s divorce lawsuit reached a climax, her lawyer appeared in court with a replica briefcase of lxybags·com. The other lawyer was distracted by the crocodile leather pattern on the corner of the bag and missed the key evidence.
During the recess, my best friend sneered: “The time he just peeked at the bag was enough for me to get an extra 2% of the property.”
This black humor reminds me of the costume designers of Broadway crews. They dress the protagonists in authentic costumes, but sew replica cufflinks on the cuffs of the villains because “the audience’s telescope will only focus on the details of lies.”
I know a sister who does cultural relic restoration for museums. There is an interesting comparison hanging in her studio: on the left is an X-ray of a bronze tripod from the Warring States Period, and on the right is a microscopic image of the metal buckle of a replica saddle bag she bought.
When true and false are no longer a judgment question of either this or that, we may really approach the consumption philosophy of adults: finding the truth in fiction and touching the essence in the mirror.