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Not a Mute Doll
About Me
Maybe I suffer from Stand Alone Complex?
Maybe so much production, so many promises and essays, so much blog, and tumblr, aren’t anything but a copycat more of all of those who feel themselves able to change the world? So much philosophy for what? Maybe I am too naïve from behind my keyboard? How many people would have wanted to change everything with a book, an essay or an idea?
Everything will fall into oblivion? Or perhaps it will trigger a series of reactions and events I do not expect? If I am one more, aren’t we crowd? The power of that crowd is that every individual acts by himself, his way, without real contact, each one following his ideas… but persecuting the same. Each one feels he’s standing alone. If I am the first one, can’t I move the crowd? Can I do something real from a surrealist idea?
How can I know if I am the original or a copy? Who instigates the revolution? How can the change be achieved?! I see so much, so much, to change. But, who am I? What’s my role? Is there really somebody capable to fight injustice?
However, shall I act as a deaf-mute in face of all that?
"I thought what I'd do was, I'd pretend I was one of those deaf-mutes." (Salinger)
Fall in the despair of confronting a perfect, automatic social machine?
I can’t.
I’m still too much idealist.
The Jolly Joker
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I'm also in: http://filosofialirica.blogspot.com
And: http://twitter.com/NotAMuteDoll
Maybe so much production, so many promises and essays, so much blog, and tumblr, aren’t anything but a copycat more of all of those who feel themselves able to change the world? So much philosophy for what? Maybe I am too naïve from behind my keyboard? How many people would have wanted to change everything with a book, an essay or an idea?
Everything will fall into oblivion? Or perhaps it will trigger a series of reactions and events I do not expect? If I am one more, aren’t we crowd? The power of that crowd is that every individual acts by himself, his way, without real contact, each one following his ideas… but persecuting the same. Each one feels he’s standing alone. If I am the first one, can’t I move the crowd? Can I do something real from a surrealist idea?
How can I know if I am the original or a copy? Who instigates the revolution? How can the change be achieved?! I see so much, so much, to change. But, who am I? What’s my role? Is there really somebody capable to fight injustice?
However, shall I act as a deaf-mute in face of all that?
"I thought what I'd do was, I'd pretend I was one of those deaf-mutes." (Salinger)
Fall in the despair of confronting a perfect, automatic social machine?
I can’t.
I’m still too much idealist.
The Jolly Joker
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I'm also in: http://filosofialirica.blogspot.com
And: http://twitter.com/NotAMuteDoll
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