WORKS | Nothing – TheVideo
“My nights are more beautiful than your days. They are the doorway to wonder. The wonder of all wonders.”
I am not sure if this just my problem, a general tendency or only a moment of tiredness, but this feeling of an “eternal present” disturbs me greatly.
I am totally disoriented by the daily repetition of mind-numbing tragedies and the lack of vision or of a global project or even a common dream for the future on the part of major players on the world stage.
Siberia is burning, Greenland is melting and, in the last year, a half billion trees have been cut down in the Amazon alone.
In Italy, the deputy prime minister who aims to become prime minister is pontificating in his bathing suit on a sunny beach on the Adriatic Riviera on a hot August afternoon surrounded by go-go dancers while a karaoke dance version of the national anthem plays in the background.
In this cosmic emptiness that surrounds me, the nothing that I searched for in my nights gives off psychedelic colours and becomes a fairy tale. It is a kaleidoscope of ordinary visions, fragments of images and thoughts. A magic nothing that becomes astonishment and refuge.
I think that each person is doing the same thing in their own way and with their own language.
How long can we keep this up?
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