We fall to the vices of becoming “we” against “them”. Dialog will dry out to give way to words thrown as arrows, avoided or parried.
A cook, a bicyclist, a warehouse worker, a cab driver, a courier, a growing list of people are becoming a piece of hardware connected to a button in our smartphone.
And through this act of rebellion, we join the lines of squads of brainless wraths, dancing mindlessly at the tune of the craziest (opportunist) of the time.
it was a rush purchase, lacking the lust of ritual, Saturday morning, after unsuccessfully having tried for one hour to drill a damn hole through steel reinforced concrete in the ceiling above my dinner table, standing atop a stool and a chair, my back hurting.
the touch of the espresso cup still warms my hands as I cup it with my eyes closed and inhale the last scent of coffee in it.
A democracy needs a great deal of keeping. And yes, it can get worse. It can get way worse. Italy, with al its political corruption and problems, is a democracy in the EU. Many countries would give all they have to be in Italy’s place in the global politics.
In former times, the worst possible punishment a society could impose on an individual was being sentenced to invisibility
One would have a vision of corporations as rotting in the inside, not visible immediately but crumbling in the long run.
Dark agents are operating in social media targeting people one by one to change their perception of the reality.
What do I want? I want to be happy. Fair enough. To be happy I need things. Yet my ultimate purpose is to BE happy and not to HAVE things. So far so good.