by Leonardo Caffo
Within what looks very much like a tragedy, fragments of a comedy we call everyday life keep slipping through. Now approaching forty, I wander through the cities I’m forced to frequent, and the people around me have taken on the role of extras. Viral videos, songs of the moment, repeating memes. Meanwhile the world is collapsing under various names: Iran, Ukraine, Venezuela, Palestine.
My generation believed, for a while, that we could live beyond History. We were bored. We said: the big things are over. And so we produced radical, media-driven thoughts, almost always completely disconnected from reality.
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