…and you know, we used to sit in the hot pavement and comment about the way my mother or you mother would talk to other women and we would criticize it. We would rip apart the spine of family secrets and share everything that was a sign of human weakness in concern to our parents. We would make everything in order to make them look like dead hypocrites and we would say that we would never be like that middle-class depressing folks and their sad furniture.
But you know, I am sure that deep inside we would make the connection between our sad little life and some alternative american movie we’ve seen with american wretched parents and that’s why we would picture our relatives as the people in these movies; to feel some vibe that we were like those kids in the screen.
At the end it was a way to look cool and to make clear we were so bored about being cool. We were building our own Requiem for a dream and getting lost inside those lines.
It had nothing to do with our moms and dads. It was about us and the fact that, by then, we still ignored we would become exactly our parents and our sons would make of us a portrait even worst of what we once despised for being the worst of all lives.
I hate you, because yours is the name I ever wanted to my son and now I can’t name him anymore.
The day I can understand why other females find giving birth to another organism the most amusing thing that can happen to a woman’s life, I am sure I will be completely different. For me this is nothing but an organic/mechanic happening that does not necessarily has anything plus in terms of experience.
One might say it is a fundamental string of continuation of life, but there is where we disagree: this string goes far beyond the act of birth itself, since the genetic imprint is projected in the day life of the species.
Don’t you feel that The Walking Dead is plain and simple an aesthetic translation of the everyman soul in it’s adulthood?
There was this kid I barely know accusing me of basing myself in movie characters.
Too bad him and his are too dumb to realize that the movies are a very thin skin in my procedures.
The movies, the artificial media, they were my starting point, but then I was a 16 years old with superficial lines in my head. My taking and giving now is lost in the entropy of things and I do not give more than receive and the other way around.
So, if I do receive doom, you might understand, I will give back a doomed sample, even thought for considering others as inferiors to my ethical ground, I will never return it as badly as I felt it. On the other way around, if what I receive is good, I will multiply it to the skies, also basing myself in artificial media and taking as example the higheste plots I can access.
I have been thinking about the game of phenix vs. playing dead and the problem for me is not coming back to the fields or not, but the lack of energy flow in between what I have seen in practical human behavior and what I might fight for.
I need to believe in something again. In someone. Right now, what moves me and amazes me is pure nature, the trees, the ever flowing nature. Humans sound each time more like scumbags I should never return to.
For now, be it.
With free meaning association, I use to make social experiments concerning to comprehension of a subject and the osmotic flow of data in a deductive/inductive interaction.
For example, sometimes I would pick up a book by a writer which I knew at least a real work from and I would, by reading it’s title, try to image and describe in details the matters of the book. My favorite writers on this trial were Foucault, Eco and Dostojewski.
I would approach a student of each writer and discuss a volume still to be read by me. I would discuss it with intensity and certainty. My method revealed to be 100% efficient, since even though there were holes and flops in my first moves, they would be corrected by the further discussions.
This part of the method made it clear to me what Einstein said my meaning that our imagination (our future mind) is more important than the simple attempt to embrace the big and heavy ship of culture transvestite of knowledge. In fact, the movement of the words association is rather more suitable to the human brain’s capacity than the plastered repetition of printed words.
As a final note, I believe that Albert E.’s aphorism has much to do with the increasing contact of the occidental and oriental cultures at the beginning of the last century.
How obvious humans are?
Now that is a simple equation: if one intends to be part of the little circus around your head, one considers, relieves, postpones, intercedes.
When one no longer aim that, one is harsh, may cut your head with a scissor.
That’s how obvious humans are.
But here’s the thing, sugar: the reader is free either it recognizes it’s condition or not.
There’s no final line in my story since myself as well am living my one and only life round.
I’m gonna let it deep and let it go. And I’ll act as I wish and tell the stories I ought to; If it does not pleases you, please delete my marvelous frame from the front of your face and leave room for something smaller.
