Approaching thirty in these times is to live in the shadow of a Nothing that threatens to consume everything. Now we can no longer expect too much from the world; Now everything is different and you have to appreciate more than ever passing by a photo booth and hearing laughter inside
After much reflection and, in fact, losing focus on the process, I have decided to buy a typewriter. Every time I notice that it is more difficult for me to maintain attention if I do not stop receiving emailsnotifications and warnings every five minutes, and much – much – less if I waste time searching for nonsense on Google all the time. I would write by hand, but since the industrial revolution will end up consuming the world, what less than taking advantage of some of its advantages. It will not be a romantic act, but one of pragmatism, but also because I believe that the future should not have the power to bury the past in ignominy; And if there is still some people painting with oils on me, don’t let them look at me strangely. I called my advisor to ask if I could pay for it with the digital kit and he hung up on me.
The other night I was at a Bryan Adams concert and on the track, from the stands, you could see the shine of the bald heads reflected by the spotlights – a white sedan was floating suspended by cables, it turns out they were cables – and next to me were some older ladies who They could have been some great-aunts of mine from Glasgow. They smiled like they had just arrived in heaven. I don’t know if it would be zeitgeist that for a while was generated; I don’t know if it was the company; The crowd was more like that of a family dinner than what I usually get used to at a concert; the beer and the guitar playing, the riffs and those people who take off their shirts as soon as possible, which also have their transporting effect to an era that already was, but that still exists. I don’t know what it would be, but for three hours, in the Palacio de los Deportes in Murcia, the twin towers were never demolished and the September 15, 2008 bankruptcy of Lehmann Brothers never happened. The world stopped on December 31, 1999 and at the end of the concert we discovered that it did not. That time, as Cream said, no longer escapes, it is endured. That the future was serious.
There’s not much left of what we were and that’s why we need to look back and remember that there are still guys in jeans and baseball caps playing the soundtrack of the end of history. A year ago I said that when the end of time came I would like to be there to see it, but since I tend to romanticize even the echoes of the last star, I overestimated our ability to go to hell without embarrassing others. What to leave, what to turn off, with what parsimony; how little we learned from José Luis Cuerda. The fundamental difference between surrealism and science fiction is epic, and this apocalypse is being many things – slow, shameful and regrettable – less epic. What I imagined directed by Jos Whedon is being directed by Tarantino.
To approach thirty is to expect an abyss and find a plain; is learning that sometimes being intimate is intimidating and that most of the time we are props in the routine of dozens of strangers. Approaching thirty in these times is similar to living in Michael Ende’s story; It is living in the shadow of a Nothing that threatens to consume everything. Now everything is something else and we can no longer expect too much from the world; Now everything is different and you have to appreciate more than ever passing by a photo booth and hearing laughter inside. I feel nostalgic for the nineties and the two thousand and for video stores and tacky clothes just for the sake of it and for so many things that no longer exist that it surprises me how old I am; I don’t know if it’s my impression, but the last ten years have lasted half a century. It is possible that what happens to many is just what happens to me and that is that I have gone through an interesting decade in my twenties, that I am a dramatist, or both. There is a point in life when you reach an age that is not yours, which creates a gap between two times, one internal and the other real, and both your age and the age you appear to be no longer relevant. From that moment on it only serves to know if a death is premature or a pregnancy is dangerous, if “you are ready for this” or if “you will have time for such and such.” Meanwhile, you grow; You never stop doing it, even if you don’t quite understand what it means. We are like a city that someone built with other people’s maps. The world moves so fast that the only static thing seems to be the emptiness that it drags with it, the rest wanders like an echo. Time does the same: it sweeps and erases; devours
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