video still from the video "carnival" by Natalie MerchantI have the impression that my fears are coming alive again. It may be only fears but I'd rather give them an airing. Have you noticed how the alien aggressor always revives just when you thought you were saved?
Are people so impregnated with TV religion and high on information flow that we are already living in a virtual space?
I believe it is the case but how can I be sure?
The mania of a few days could be slowly giving its place to cannibalistic hunger; I don't know, I may be paranoid to be sensing a secret roaring of the same self-centered contempt and antagonism. In my nightmare, the weak seem even weaker because all they had was a charge of unstructured anger.
Will there be now a cold reaction of hate emanating from the psyche of so many of the very same people who hurried to put themselves in the ideological avantgarde of the recent events?
Society was stirred. Good. And now, boredom could be creeping in again in the form of fatigue and nostalgia for insignificance and vice. We have had a moment of togetherness, we felt the heat of the species and somehow realised it couldn't lead to some transcendental island, a paradise to relocate. (Utopian Christiania apparently requires utopian Denmark.) So, now we are going to be more exposed. Most likely hopeless, everybody back to what they were before it started, indebted to the same system, owing more or expecting to register gains, depending on who you are. Rich, poor, loosers, hunters, people with powerful friends and people with nothing.
An injection of hate will be circulating in the air. Hate for anyone who did not follow blind aspirations and thus, could be judged to have kept some distance from the front of exciting violence that shook the masses. Whoever kept some distance, has seen the hidden rage of peace loving overcivilized, overeducated professionals and now has the luxury of remembering. A faculty that endangers the lies of opportunists who regularly pose as conscientiously different but crave for the same. Having kept one's mind in conditions of generalised angered elation betrays more than a political stance: it shows a deep anthropological divide. A line which separates believers from those who doubt.
And doubt I will, until the end of my days. But revolutionary delirium -we are reaching the end of the nightmare- has proved no better than greed. The first is liberating because it is collective. The second always bears the mark of personal responsibility -even when none is felt, what could be described as a state of ruthlessness.
Bands of young people continue chasing after the brief moment of ecstatic release, a desperate drive for utopian freedom through acts of destruction perpetrated anonymously. Fair enough, teenagers like to test all limits, it is only natural. But what about a society which confuses the rites of adolescence with the revolution of the hungry? On the contrary, the carreer and "power-at-any-cost hungry", having made sure to follow the current and having made sure that nothing could really change or threaten their investments and allegiances, are now assuming the reactivation of strategies.
Noone likes a thinking girl mum. Noone likes a girl who doubts. She'd better be clear about her desires.
And she'd better answer the question or risk to be shot by both sides:
Wake up! Are you an icon for the people, or the dictator's wife? In the business-as-usual carnival, you are not allowed either to play without a mask.
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