(This is for Daria. I got your letter. I’ll also reply in paper. But this belonged here.)
Under the skin we are all the same red sh1t, but still we all pretend to be so special, we all pretend to be these beautiful snowflakes, when (if we dared to admit it) we are all just alone.
And in turn this means we all just want a hug, we just want to be loved, but since we can’t we try all sort of dumb stuff, like getting ultra-rich and super-famous and über-sexy and extra-learned, as maybe ways to be loved, and it all backfires monstrously and we get eco-catastrophe, consumerism, plastic surgery and Maffesoli.
The most precious thing in life is the fleeting, vaporous, light moment when we can see the world through the same eyes as someone else, when we are really together, when we share a thin slice of meaning with another person. But the world seems made in a way to spoil and destroy this shared meaning. Read More »
Trump, Brexit and, in Brazil, Temer, make it pretty clear that the world is fscked.
But what is fscked is not Trump, Brexit, or Temer. Those are consequences, not causes. What is really fscked up is that, the way things are now, these things make a whole lot of sense. Read More »
O mundo está bizarro, com Trump, Brexit, Temer.
Mas o bizarro não é Trump, Brexit, ou Temer. O bizarro é que essas coisas fazem sentido no mundo como ele está. Read More »
I try to be as clear as i can, so i pick my words very carefully, and exactly because of this i get seen as pedantic, acused of using difficult words. Both if i take more or less care with words people understand me less. BOTH! It’s a trap. So maybe it’s just my problem and people will never understand me after all. But also may be that people do not get each other and all the shouting is just a basic cluelessness being callously impinged on everyone else all the time.