WHITESKIN

The broken lines of the hand could mean nothing or make sense of everything, grief separations, nervous breakdowns, dismissals, resurrections, sudden showers; in the same way, bad dreams would be an effect and perhaps a cause of frustration anguish states of anxiety widespread unhappiness ideological disruption skin aging who knows. Meanwhile, the day is crowded with fatal signs, a bug crouched in the boxers a bad coffee an expired yoghurt a failed parking an undelivered message mouse feces on the balcony. Money is scarce friends shortage lovers in the cinema do nothing interesting the theater is dead the tickets for the stadium are not found the centralized antenna is malfunctioning the telephone battery is gone like the timing belt the mass air flow sensor the pump oil, summer is over it always ends the days are always written earlier, the doctor who should help heal asks for help is confused surrendered does not know what to say is powerless knows he is, the lines of the hand are broken they always have been they cannot be fixed , dreams have already been dreamed are films already seen the script is sloppy they cannot surprise, time does not flow rather it accumulates sits on surfaces like dust, the end is written and decided it was written long before it all began, stay just waiting.

STOP BEING A HUMAN BEING

We fell asleep in one world, and woke up in another.
Suddenly Disney is out of magic,
Paris is no longer romantic,
New York no longer stands up,
the Chinese wall is no longer a fortress, and the prairie is empty.
Hugs and kisses suddenly become weapons, and not visiting parents and friends becomes an act of love.
Suddenly you realize that power, beauty and money are worthless and cannot get you the oxygen you are fighting for.
The world continues its life and it is beautiful. It only puts humans in cages. I think it's sending a message to every human being: “You don't need to. The air, the earth, the water and the sky are fine without you. When you return, remember that you are my guests. Not my masters ”.

When the epidemic ends, it cannot be ruled out that there are those who will not want to return to their previous life. Awareness of the fragility and transience of life will spur men and women to set new priorities. To better distinguish between what is important and what is futile. To understand that time – and not money – is the most precious resource. Who, being able, will leave a job that for years has suffocated and oppressed him. Who decides to leave the family, to say goodbye to their spouse or partner. To give birth to a child, or not to want children. To come out. There will be those who will begin to believe in God and those who will stop believing in him. There will be those who, for the first time, will question the choices made, the sacrifices, the compromises. On the loves that he did not dare to love. About the life he didn’t dare to live. Men and women will wonder why they waste their lives on relationships that cause them bitterness. There will also be those who will revise their political views, based on anxieties or values ​​that will disintegrate during the epidemic. There will be those who will doubt the reasons that lead a people to fight against an enemy for generations, to believe that war is inevitable. It is possible that an experience as hard and profound as the one we are living leads someone to reject nationalistic positions, for example, everything that divides us, alienates us, leads us to hate, to barricade ourselves.

The speed of the contagion of our change scares me.
The virulence of the spread of our fear terrifies me.
Tremble at the sound of the doorbell.
Startled at the sight of someone on the street.
Start thinking about life before, a first that has recently passed.
Hiding from the world, finally safe inside these empty and silent rooms.
But are we really that powerful?
But are we really that capable?
Resilient?
Changing?
Are we really so capable of forgetting?
What was it, who were we?
Because if so, really so, we can sleep peacefully and even dream that everything will be fine.
Because if so, really so, we can hope and smile confidently looking at the starless night from a still lit window.
Because if it is so, really so, one day, that day, we will go out on the street running without being afraid of being afraid of the other.
If so, that day, we will suddenly remember.
And, suddenly, we will recover from this disease.
We will be so powerful that we will embrace each other without shaking.
And then, only then, will we finally be healed.

THE DAY OF CHANGING

Today is the day of turning point, of change, of scientific progress, of revolutionary discoveries in the medical, technical, social fields…. But today is also the day where useless vaccines are made only for a pure purpose of profit, of gain, today is the day in which we treat the land that welcomes us like a doormat and that presents wonders everywhere but that we, with the our selfishness, indifference, with our dull mentality, we are turning into a huge dustbin. Today is the day we prefer to ignore, rather than act, thinking “But yes, if I’m not promoting a change someone else will do, we are still 7 billion.” Today is the day of fake smiles and not laughter, it is the day when if you see a person in difficulty, who is sick, you prefer to go straight and mind your dicks, “anyway I don’t get anything out of it.” Today is the day when a like is worth more than a “hey, are you okay?” It is the day when being yourself is seen as a taboo, as a wrong choice…. It is the day in which homosexuals and transsexuals still feel uncomfortable even just walking around the square, because “how disgusting, but they did so at home”. It is the day when you are not free to be able to love a person, it is the day when children cannot dress up barbies and girls cannot compete with toy cars. It is the day when abortion is still seen not as a right, but as a heresy towards the Catholic Church. It is the day when a single mother cannot be seen as a brave girl, who has decided to dedicate body and soul to the dedication of her son, making major sacrifices, but is seen as a whore. Today is the day when animals are treated as if they do not have a life, a soul, and are mistreated only for the purely playful purpose. Today is the day when it is harder to find work than a needle in a haystack. Today is the day when those who differ are seen in a bad way, it is the day when those who have their own personality can only be insulted mistreated, laughed at. Today is the day when we should use our hands to embrace, and not to hurt, it is the day when love is transmitted almost and exclusively through social media, and is no longer demonstrated with gestures. Today is the day whenif we see a person from a country that is not ours, it is immediately “let’s move away, it can be dangerous”, today is the day we live to appear and not to be, it is the day when the main goals of one’s life are to be full of money and ride a Lamborghini and only then (perhaps) to find a person who truly loves us and build a family with him. Today is the day when we could do, but we don’t, the day when love is more an abstract conception than a concrete pillar at the foundation of our truly being ourselves happy. Today is the day when we are almost in 2020, but more than people I only see beautiful empty frames turning, without a soul, without their own thoughts and without ideals. Today is the day we should say “finally”, and isn’t there still a long way to go?

STORY OF THE ORIGINE OF SUICIDE

Prof: I'll ask you a question: why do you think humans are often led to suicide?
X: because it has too many problems.
Prof: and why do you think he has these problems?
Me: because of the company.
Prof: how sorry?
Me: the company. In my opinion this is the cause of all the losses that have occurred in recent years.
Prof: and here you are wrong. Take a person with depression for example, he kills himself because it is the depression that leads him to do this.
Me: yes ok, here we are, but before thinking about depression, wouldn't it be appropriate to think about the causes of all this?
X: in what sense?
Me: have you ever wondered why a person often resorts to suicide? Take this person suffering from depression for example: at first he had a good job, a house, a wife, children, everything in short. One day he is summoned by the director of the company where he works to inform him that due to various problems, unfortunately, layoffs are underway and among these there is also his name. Initially, the man remains a little upset but in the end he thinks that in one way or another he will find another job to feed his children. So he strives to find it. A day goes by and nothing.
Two days and nothing.
Three, nothing.
Four, nothing.
A month goes by and still nothing.
Children need things for school. The clothes for the holidays, because you know, we are boys.
The refrigerator is empty.
The bills are payable.
And that's where the real problems begin. The wife has her own needs. Children are teased at school because of their clothes, their worn out pens.
At that point, man feels a prisoner of hunger, of the desire for money, of the fear of a still uncertain tomorrow.
The wife leaves him.
The money isn't there yet.
There is no light at home, no water, no electricity.
The children do not speak to him. Friends despise him or at least treat him as if he were junk.
The man is alone.
He drinks.
It gets drunk.
He's out of money.
Society doesn't help him.
Friends don't care.
The children hate him because it is only because of him that they are targeted by their peers.
He falls into depression, a severe depression.
Is tired.
Alone.
Weak.
He kills himself.
This is what society is. We are society and if today the word "society" is synonymous with "suicide" the fault is ours alone.
Prof: exactly

ONLY SEX PRODUCES MONEY?

I don't want to advertise a site that allows women, and a few men, to sell nude photos or parts of themselves that are paid a lot of money by followers.
I learned about this online prostitution a short time ago and I learned of really huge amounts that are obtained from this commodification of the human body. I was shocked because once again it is sex that makes money. Sex is required by many men. It is the men who buy those photos, it is they who demand to see more and more. to see certain poses, certain parts of the body. So there are many girls, even very young ones, who sell photos of this type. So what is the use of female independence if the female body is still sold to earn money? Sure, these girls aren't on the streets, they're not in danger, but they're on a screen, and men continue to use them for their pleasure. Girls who should have understood that life is not only made of beautiful clothes and jewelry but who demonstrate that they have a brain deviated from this society that does its utmost to make you think that earning money with sex is now a normal thing and who does not do it is considered stupid. You who speak of God here, maybe your daughters are selling themselves and you don't know it. There are a lot of schoolgirls selling photos, even mothers, young boys. It is something that I think is really harmful to the image of the woman and yet men continue to be and always want the same things from a woman, that is, her body and that's it.

SQUID GAME IS A GAME?

We desire. We desire. And someone knows our wishes. And what do we do? We run towards the realization of our desires. Like so many donkeys, we are convinced that we must realize these desires of ours at all costs.
But why does the system make us think that we can make them? Maybe to divert our attention from other things? And that is from the fact that every day the state steals a lot of money from us, that the banks make us go into debt, that we are just guinea pigs?

DO YOU ACKNOWLEDGE YOUR LIFE?

DO YOU EVER THINK ABOUT THE CASINO YOU ARE IN?

THE THINGS YOU HAVE CHOSEN AND NOW MAKING YOU UNHAPPY?

WAS THIS WHAT YOU WANTED IN THE BEGINNING?

WAS THIS WHAT YOU THOUGHT AS YOUNG? DON'T FEEL TRAPPED, SCAMMED, DISAPPOINTED?

WHY DID YOU MAKE THOSE CHOICES?

MAYBE YOU HAVE BEEN INDUCED TO DO IT WITHOUT NOTICE.

MAYBE SOMEONE HAS MANIPULATED YOU.

 

THEY CHANGE YOUR MIND

Where are you in this pyramid of power?
What power do you have in your life?
What level do you think you are on?
Do you own a house, a car, some clothes, some food?
How long will you have them?
Do you have money, do you buy, do you realize your dreams?
How long?
You think you lead your life but maybe you have been put on the lowest level and you don't realize it.
How many debts did you make to live this life? To make your children study? To have this house and this car?
You have debts and can't live peacefully.
You work 10 hours, 12 hours and yet it is not enough. It takes more money and more money. And how will you do one day when you get too tired?
 When will they always want more from you?
What will you do?

The "new slaveholder" often hides the relationship he establishes with his dominated behind the screen of a debt relationship: in short, he forces the enslaved to contract an enormous and inexhaustible debt with them. The forced labor into which they are forced, therefore, is apparently paid, perhaps even well, but immediately disappears into the bottomless pit of debt mentioned above.

The relationship of debt slavery is by no means limited to individuals today, but has expanded and pervades the relations between states and companies that have behaviors towards mankind in general not different from that of the new slaveholders. The relationships between banks, small, medium and large companies, nations, supranational political institutions, multinational companies can today be largely described in the same terms as the relationship between the new slaveholder and the new enslaved: debt is the tool that chains the behavior of all these entities, forces them into a steel cage. The vast majority of the balance sheet of individuals, banks and companies, even those of no small size and above all nations, is destined to pay interest on an almost inexhaustible debt: the "sacrifices" to which we are periodically called do not serve to repay the debt contracted, but simply to pay the interest, perhaps turning it on again. Corporate bankruptcy / centralization processes also follow similar dynamics.

PAYABLES TO BUY HOUSE

PAYABLES TO STUDY

PAYABLES TO PAY THE RENT

PAYABLES TO BUY FOOD

PAYABLES TO BUY THE CAR

PAYABLES TO BUY ITEMS

PAYABLES TO BUY LIFE TO SHOW ON SOCIAL MEDIA

PAYABLES TO CARE FOR HEALTH

DEBTS TO GROW CHILDREN

PAYABLES TO LOOK PERFECT

DEBTS TO BUY BEAUTY

PAYABLES TO BUY SEX

PAYABLES TO BUY FOLLOWERS

PAYABLES TO BUY HOLIDAYS

AND THEM?

WHO IS ABOVE HAS DEBTS LIKE YOU?

OR DO YOU EARN A LOT OF MONEY, 

MONEY YOU CAN'T EVEN IMAGINE?

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EVERYDAY HELL

I go out for a walk, I need it to unload. I take with me only the essentials like my cell phone, put the aliens to kidnap me or I run into a group of zombies. Do you want not to be the first to sound the alarm? I can already see the scene: – “Ready single emergency number, what do you need?” – “Hello, look here in front of me I see zombies. Give the alarm to all citizens, but what do I say to the whole nation! Miiii what a fear! ” – * Click * Nothing, we will die devoured by zombies. Anyway I said cell phone, for work you never know, house keys. As I pass by the supermarket I stop to get some fresh bread for us. After my timed path with calculation of the distance traveled, calories burned, oxygen breathed, drops of sweat emitted and height difference on the path, no I have not met any zombies, fortunately, I decided to go into the supermarket. I walk decidedly along the aisles knowing where to go, without getting distracted and without … oh, stop … I thought I saw a new chocolate cream. locked in a magnetic money clip. Convenient, I also use it instead of the bulkier wallet. I pick them up and look around, there is a woman to whom I ask: “Excuse me, is this money yours?”; she replies no but you can clearly see in her eyes the admiration for my honest gesture.

Already I seem to read her in the thought “I admire you, you are beautiful, take me here now”. But I have to be completely honest. I quickly take a few steps and find another woman to whom I ask the same question, receiving the same answer; even here his eyes don’t lie “Give me your number I’ll stalk you, come on I’ll go out in chat”, I’m sure he wanted to tell me that. But honesty first of all. So I reach the cashiers and at the only open cashier I approach the cashier, handing them the money, I explain that I found it in the aisle before the read one. If anyone was looking for them, here they are. Her admiration was obvious, she was making me understand that she wanted to be the mother of my children, absolutely. But I already have children and, damn it, I have to get them fresh bread! So I go back and take the bread. I arrive at the cashier, the cashier is still the same as before and I already know that I will have to reject her desire for motherhood. – “I’m one euro and forty” – she whispers to me in ecstasy. – “Immediately” – I replied gallantly, putting my hands in my pockets.

Fuck! I can’t find the money, I quickly pass the other pockets. I begin to sweat with embarrassment. – “Excuse me” – is the only sentence I can say. Then, after rummaging in my underwear, I mumble: – “Yet I took the money clip before leaving the house, I’m sure of it.” – “Interesting, do you use those handy magnetic money clips too?”. – “Oh yes” – I reply, understanding that admiration for me leads her to play down the situation. – “They are comfortable” – he continues – “Rather than keep the free banknotes in your pocket that if you lose them you won’t agree, with a magnetic money clip instead you hear the thud, the lightness that all of a sudden you have in your pocket”. – “Exactly” – I answer her, this cashier loves me I feel it – “She understood everything”. – “Yeah, I also think I understand that your money clip is this” – showing me my money clip with bills. – “Oh, thank goodness” – comes out to me along with a huge sigh of relief. – “You gave it to me earlier, don’t you remember?”. A moment, a split second and I realize that the expression in her eyes was not a search for motherhood with me, but a compassion mixed with the desire to laugh in my face.

I turn to see if anyone was witnessing this pitiful scene. The answer is yes, but what am I going to tell you to do? There was my admirer, the one who wanted to be possessed between the aisles and the stalker, the one who wanted to chat with me. They had evidently seen me lose my money, and re-evaluating their former expression was more of terror. I think they thought I wanted to use that excuse to strike up a conversation. In returning home with a heavy step, I meditate on the possibility of opening a preparation agency, with the role of personal trainer, in shit figures. Or if my shit figures can make a resume, for sure if that were the case with this one I would have a guaranteed managerial job.