dusty armies

We fight against only company when trying leave a lasting mark in the memory of those around us. It is the history of mankind, the constant conquest of memory.

Forgetting terrifies us, we run away from it, we work on it all our lives keep our presence alive in memory, free in the stories of our lives. It’s hard, no one said otherwise. It is difficult to open a breach in the wall of oblivion, because we are not adapted to it, we have not come to maintain ourselves.

The achieved immortality For a few, that almost divine ability to win the game against death is reserved only for those who direct the curves of history.

Most mortals We will live in the memories of our loved ones until they themselves become memories. We are dust, particles floating in the imposing sky. We are waves in an untouched sea, waiting to crash on the shore.

It’s terrifying, death after death, end after end. It’s scary to think about the black hole of oblivion. The death of our spirit, the evaporation of our memory, goodbye to the last connection with the reality in which we live. Because we have to remember that even if we work like mules for a better future, even if sweat pours down our foreheads and our body can’t take it anymore, nothing can knock down an undisturbed rubber band which is not using our presence.

We are fighting an invincible titan. Once this is understood, it becomes normalized in our consciousness, physical death is not so terrible, in the end it is another step, a process to go through. You can’t even anymore to fight against this colossus, madness The way we transport ourselves today has made it impossible to get out of the mud, it can no longer stand out, because oblivion is industrialized, we have ennobled it, we have given it wings of metal and glass. Now, condemned, we are under his yoke, his shadow flies over us. Not even the most despicable criminals can overcome the talented vision of the monster charged with killing our memory.

We have developed the most impressive platforms for overcoming fear, for overcoming absence of memory. We have photos, video, audio; We leave footprints wherever we go, we sign every post, every like, every tweet with our face. But have we asked ourselves why so many props work, have we perhaps asked ourselves whether a life dedicated to marking memories with fire is a life that deserves to be lived at all? Because most 1s and 0s that live on the Internet are lost almost as soon as they are born.

Why care, why argue against something so natural What is death, physical and spiritual? It is better to enjoy the course of life, to force desires, to carve dreams and to deal with complaints. How beautiful is our existence when the fears of the soul are separated!

The virtual world, the one in which we bury ourselves more and more every day, eats us up, invites us to fight against certainties. But, and this is the part of the contract that we did not read entering the thick vines of social networks, is that in order for our life to be maintained, the other must disappear. Until eventually we are all buried under the duplicity of reality. It’s more comforting, more rewarding, live and die working what fills us, without thinking about the persistence of memory. Because life in general and death in particular, as well as memory and forgetting, are in a delicate balance where peace is in the middle.