START OF THE FAIRY TALE, GOOD EVENING TO YOU

 

In times of disorder, in this land of confusion, grey skies and high intensity urban paranoia, reality seems like a bad dream, while dreams are captive to the lowest ends of reality.

With no compass, faulty radars and gadgets that disorient instead of showing the way, we dizzily crawl and stumble our way to nowhere.  This is the most uncanny part.  There is no end in sight.  Things all around die and decay, but they persist as undead shells of their previous selves.  Some do fall and turn to dust, but nothing takes their place.  New little things pop out and accumulate, one on top of another, in a million grotesque little towers of Babel, screaming, flashing, puking and disintegrating.  The mind, both personal and collective, is crawling through a vast plain of such rubbish and debris.

The sounds are deafening and all encompassing, but no one can comprehend what are they, or if they are conveying any message.  The light is blinding, but then abruptly succeded by periods of unworldly darkness.  Everything is calculated, measured and accounted for, but nothing makes sense.  Technics and science prevail, but their faces are becoming more and more distorted.  Ancient evils awake, and magic springs out of the most materialistic and sanitized of spaces.  The surroundings are, in a spiritual sense, a nightmarish amalgalm of a hellish megacity and an enchanted forest, where metallic demons lurk with nets made of candy.

I have no words to describe.  I have no philosophical tools to capture this warped, blurry sphere into concepts.  The simplest vowel loses its significance.  Symbols pop out and disappear, and while we feel they convey something important, we cannot put it into pen and paper.  A tiny voice in the back of our heads, maybe the only shard of sanity surviving to make its essence distinct, whispers. It whispers not words and sentences.  It is a soft murmur, a lament and a lullaby.  A call to adventure, to wholeness, to stability and rebellion, to anchoritic solitude and complete social openness.  Contradictory, as the outside world.  But at the same time soothing and affirming.  One thing it only asks of us:

Do not fade out in the buzz.  Do not get caught in the nets.  No matter the environment, there is no better way of conduct that absolute action.

Onwards we march. Into the crazy city, into the dark forest, down in the deepest ocean.  But still, onwards.