IT’S YOU


You know the bad and ruthless multinationals that destroy the planet? Here, those companies are you. It is you who commission activities that are taken over by companies, which exist in the first place for this very reason. It is to sell the products that you ask for with your support (moral, economic) that harmful emissions, deforestation, colonization, murder, extinction of habitats and species take place. It is necessary to realize that the functioning of the techno-industrial apparatuses is based precisely on this. The ruthless behavior with which companies are carried out derives from the intrinsic characteristics that distinguish all the economic dynamics that we accept and nurture. Putting the blame solely on large multinationals is disempowering and misleading. The sum of individual actions is what triggers in the first place the mechanism of which companies are the material executors. To eliminate a problem it is essential to understand which concepts and attitudes lead us to be complicit in it, so that we can work on it and eliminate it.

THEY STOLE MY BYCICLE

Six years ago a friend of mine gave me his bicycle as a gift and he is gone forever. For three years the bike has always served me: I loaded it like a mule to do the shopping, we went a couple of times away and then around this green area, for months she and I, her bike. For months and miles, it was my car. I remember that she was waiting for me on the last sidewalk of the station when he left. When I left for London it was brought with great difficulty to Padua and when I returned from London I went to pick it up from Padua. It was raining heavily that day, rivers of water lined the streets and the Paduans found a girl in the rain who splashed water everywhere and sang the Christmas song “Jingle bells” in the middle of summer. I was very happy to be able to ride a bike. When I arrived at the station, the track for the bike was the last one, outside the station shelter and so I had to forcefully fit the bike onto the wagon and then pull it up, in the midst of a thousand curses on that last wagon before the locomotive. Unlike the one I have at home, this one was called “Little Mermaid” because during the winter rains of a cold and merciless reverse, I always emerged from the waters on her saddle and stayed afloat. I walked around in sub-zero temperatures and warm socks under my pants. Then one day I went to the library, serene as always, and when I go out I haven’t found her. You took away not only a bike of questionable economic value, and of fundamental practical value, but you also took away a dear memory and a piece of my life. The Little Mermaid was the only memory I had of my friend. Thieves assholes!

THE CONDITION OF ARTISTS IN ITALY

I am an Italian artist and also an art therapist. In my country, Italy, so full of art, we artists are seen as useless people. However, we have some nice things. But our economic value is zero. We are a nullity to this company. I had an art blog and I deleted it. I had a poetry blog and I deleted it. Poetry and art are considered useless things in my country. If you produce you exist but if you don’t produce you don’t exist. It is really sad but now this is the situation.

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