La forza delle abitudini

Spesso è la forza delle abitudini a conferire alle cose il senso che esse per noi hanno, e quando da queste abitudini, per un motivo o un altro, ci stacchiamo, allora fatichiamo a capire più non solo quale senso queste cose avessero per noi, ma anche come sia stao possibile essere stati usi a queste cose ora a noi così estranee.     

Athens/3: Which future for Pears?

Yes, which future for Pears? I mean, how will we preserve this huge cultural heritage of ancient (and yet modern too) times? 

My humble proposal is to build on a completely new religious cult placing Pears in the middle of it, just like tomatoes: they (the Pears, not the tomatoes) will be worshipped on a strictly scheduled hourly and daily basis (over which an international authority, along the lines of the European Commission monitoring on the Greek austerity plan, will keep both its eyes, staring) and will appear crucified (always the Pears) in the majestic temples which will be raised all over the world and called Pears' Houses by the multitudes of adepts. 

Pears will be the unifying language and the unifying force in physics: neutrinos and Higgs bosons will exchange Pearinos (either integer or half-integer spin, of course), but no electrons nor photons any longer. Also, an end will be put to the long diatribe between mathematicians and engineers regarding the imaginary unit: each harmonic will be written down as the Napier's constant (also called Euler's number by other authors) to the power of the angular frequency times a Pear.

Dogs and cats will not be enemies anymore because a jungle of umbilical cords made of Pears will be joining them together - like jailbirds to their balls and chains - even sorrounding them like a benign aura of love.

South and North Koreans will fall in love with each other regardless of their age or gender or musical taste (as it already happens, actually, but then chocolate covered Pears will be exchanged on Feb. 14 as gifts).

In the porn movie industry a blossom of Pears will be cherished up as deranging vectors of external excitations to the physiological lieutenents of that base of pleasure called amigdala.

In the parlamentarian seats of our democracies of tomorrow will be operating efficient Pears that will be able to reduce their compensations by 3% during the future economic crisis eras, differently from what happens today.

Geometricians will publish plenty of string theory related articles in renowned reviews to discover the secret of the perfect shape of the Pear, shape which will replace, in importance, the Calabi-Yau manifolds of the old days. As technological cascade of these studies, when expeditions will be sent to the outer faraway planets of our Galaxy, the space shattles will resemble this shape, not only to improve their aerodynamic performances, but also, replacing the Vitruvian Man of Leonardo da Vinci, to be able to immediately, visually convey a speaking symbol of the technology of our society, in case of a contact with extraterrestrial intelligent life.

A jar of Pear marmelade, as part of the breakfast of our children, will be their Bible because we will have solved the Navier-Stokes equations and therefore they will be able to get the Message out of that shapeless piece of matter a jar contained Pear marmelade mass will look like, of course even without the help of a pocket calculator, the solution being analytical and not numerical.

Finally, I would like to take leave from you warning you against a danger pending on our golden age to come: Pears being a matter that eventually gets naturally spoiled, even if properly kept, the Alliance of Rogue States will try to replace it with a plastic simulacrum in order to get its power, trying to let it look necessary in order to persuade you. I admonish you, then, not to let them steal from you, never, not even to get close to, the Pear that is in you.

Athens/1-a: Being a tree

Being a tree is like sitting in un bar and being able to look outside through only one window alone: something happens, three men, first one and afterwards another two, head for a street door made of glass and iron and push it, the two men in turn, they all are trying to enter, but the door doesn't fancy to give in; of the three, two of them take something out of their wallet that they insert aside the door: probably a cash card... Of the last two, the second, going away, starts talking and gesturing towards the other, who, in the meanwhile, has already gone, and then disappears he too: one would like to turn to follow this last man and see what he's doing, which other solution he's got in mind to open the door... Whether he has one at all or rather he has simply chosen to let it go... Or maybe he's reached for the other one and he's persuading him to come back, maybe they're even quarreling now, come on, we cannot go without it, but you're a tree, you can't move, you cannot stretch your neck to let your glance slip along the wall outside aside the window...

Atene/1 - Essere un albero

Essere un albero è come stare seduti in un bar e poter guardare fuori da una sola finestra soltanto: qualcosa accade, tre uomini, separatemente prima uno e poi gli altri due, si dirigono verso un portone di vetro e metallo e lo spingono, i due uomini a turno, con l'intenzione di entrare, ma il portone non recede; dei tre, due estraggono dal portafoglio qualcosa che inseriscono di fianco al portone: probabilmente si tratta di un bancomat... Degli ultimi due, il secondo, allontanandosi, incomincia a parlare e a gesticolare verso l'altro, che nel frattempo si è già allontanato, e poi scompare lui pure: ci si vorrebbe girare per seguire quest'ultimo uomo e vedere cosa fa, quale altra soluzione ha in mente per aprire il portone... Se ne ha una o se piuttosto non ha semplicemente deciso di lasciare andare, forse ha raggiunto l'altro e lo sta convincendo a tornare, ora stanno forse addirittura litigando, hanno alzato la voce, dai, non possiamo andarcene senza avere... Ma sei un albero, non puoi muoverti, non puoi allungare il collo per far scivolare il tuo sguardo lungo il muro fuori di fianco alla finestra...

Atene/2

Vado a dormire, ché spero che il sonno mi porti in un mondo magico, dove i sogni diventano realtà.

I go to bed, hoping the sleep to bring me in a magic world, where dreams come true.

Engagement between Titans: the complete trilogy

Engagement between Titans - II: The Fight

Engagement between Titans - I: Muscles are being shown

Leaving Oldenburg

Where are all my friends?
You're gone too.
You,
Who once told me
Would never leave me.

Sitting here alone
The presence of other people
makes it even worse:
Are we like stars,
Shining in the sky
of a desert planet?

I'm being positive: it still makes sense!

We might bake as well, so you still bake your two cakes only and we bring the missing ones... The missing ones are those that never got back home!

Arrivi inaspettati

Abbassa lo sguardo perchè pensa di non essere all'altezza; crede che queste ragazze mediterranee che le sfilano davanti siano molto più belle di lei, che a lei manchi qualcosa... Ma l'amore arriverà anche per lei. Forse quello sbagliato, ma arriverà.

Orange desert, blue sky

Orange desert
Blue sky
Electric blue
Acid
We are together
Flowing away
escaping from our respective pasts
A turbulent motion
We'll forget each other again:
I will forget you
You will forget me
Another you
Another me
I've learnt it
When I first forgot my mother
Once I would have thought
This would never happen
But...
But here we are
Still alive
Orange desert
Blue sky
Another you
Another me.

Activation energy

Why is it night?
...

There is something wrong... There must be something wrong...

...

Why are you so focused on yourself?

Can you please try and answer my questions?...

Will you?

Where have you been?

...

How can I believe it?

...

No, I'm not saying I won't believe you in any case, but you have to convince me...

...

...

...

You're not answering my questions... Your rhetorical tricks you're not even aware of don't work with me... Come on, come down from the height of your mountain and talk to me: just do it, I will recognize it... Open the bridge

Consciousness states

Trying to be conscious of the fact that we cannot be conscious that we are conscious that we are conscious that we are conscious... (or should I give up?)