portrait robot of my weekend: live each day as if it were the last two days I've been shocked and glued to the couch. I always thought that I am part of that generation immune to bad news by the age of information overload. I have worried and excited the riots in the Arab world, I was indignant about the Bus, has not left me indifferent to the controversy over A serbian film, but it is passion that has special meaning for any of these causes. I thought I was numb. Until last Friday, two news shocked me brutally harsh breakup of a friend and the earthquake in Japan. Turns out, after all, I'm still a human being suffering. I stop to think deeply about why I'm so paralyzed by these events, and I realize that earthquakes, mergers kernel and broken hearts are end, trauma, rupture, tear, alterations in the logical order of things that can affect us all. From a very young age has given me nothing scarier than the end or, rather, nothing has given me more afraid to realize that everything has an end, and that the end may be just around any corner, any time waiting. So when you see me whole, expecting the worst to act calm and relaxed, giving advice on a better future or releasing some " for the better" is that I'm doing my little love. I have a sense of purpose in the world. And so I am paralyzed, unable to react. At least I had the computer about ...
Greetings from the couch to everyone who read me, you understand and endure every day.
Greetings from the couch to everyone who read me, you understand and endure every day.
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