
A thorn in the side
Silence is danger, darkness intoxicates risk. It is anguish that generates the void, the sensation of finding oneself on the bridge from where you look down and see the abyss, where you cannot tear your gaze away from the chasm opening up before the world: but it is precisely in moments like this that you tend to feel alive, without mediation of any kind.
The clamour of industry or a steady trickle of devices, like democratic chatter, are unbearable because imagination, sedition, sensitivity, contemplation, and daydreaming are flattened and substituted by the constant bombardment of news, messages, notification alerts, impositions to consume and calls to the order of war.
The megamachine engulfs, sleeping slavery wears invisible chains and the impotence felt goes with the flow of continual massacres and genocides. Continue reading A thorn in the side A poster that appeared in the night, in Cremona. (Italy)









