The chair
Nothing happened this month. Nothing relevant, really. I wonder what’s relevant right now, though.
Every so often, I prefer to lie on the bed. But the sitting position also deserves respect. It is the most respectable.
In kindergarten all children had a symbol on their apron. Mine was the chair. And any prologue pales in comparison to this incredible prophecy.
First, crawling. Then, standing up. Finally, sitting down. This is the evolution of man in this millennium, a time in which it is not possible to live without lying to ourselves.
Every person I talk to, I try to look into them, but I see the glassy eyes, with nothing behind them.
Yes, with some (very few) you can just be, without a mask, and talk about serious things, but then what? What does remain, beyond the pictures of a world that once was, and that now is no longer there due to inevitable growth?