Basically what we need is all around. In every person there is a look at history, every moment that you reside in a tiny cue to talk about something bigger. And what matters, after all, is the point of view. A dear friend, Gabriel, would say it is easy to tell a story from beginning to end, but has the look of the narrator, because who knows maybe you really tell from the wants of the medium.
slowly dissect the actions and reactions.
I do not write books because I do not feel capable.
not know how to write books.
not really able to extrapolate from a poor starting point, a story that lasts 140 pages.
I was a student of Zola and Balzac, and for me the narrative are the brilliant people who write a book every now and then.
I read so much, so I think Today too many people write.
Too many books on the shelves, names unknown. Of people who barely manages to use punctuation, so then the real work they must do the proofreading.
Last night I was staying with the submission of Gabriele Andrea Storani, "Range" which is aired on Radio Free All , every Sunday from 21.00, and really talk about how pornographic the historical period and social which we live. But pornographic in the sense that everything is now in sight, everything is accessible, nothing is hidden behind euphemisms, everything is told almost as is.
All are writers.
All are photographers, artists, directors.
We are in a time when we have the illusion that the talent does not serve, that we were deluded enough to the Canon 5D to be a photographer.
And we have the illusion that we are all alternatives, all smart, all able to get around the fair.
What happened?
we, with our constant demand for information, which we have created this monstrous big brother? Or we have imposed through the funnel, and there we are swallowed by force? I can not find an answer, but I can assure you that is disgusted.
The thing that really scares me is that a known collective slumber.
few reactions, so sleepy. All who wonder where we are going, just reacting, and usually the reactions are not very intelligent.
When I look at some of the people I know who asked no questions, almost envy.
envy their state of moral slumber.
If my parents had educated me to the indifference, a part of me today, I thank them.
But I have brought something else.
I was taught to respect my point of view, to fight with the peaceful serenity of my very personal struggles, to wait, because "everything goes".
The other part of me ... today thank you.
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