A blog with 10 views per month is a whisper in the noise that the Internet is today. Chaos, created by people shouting at each other for the same reasons: to be on the top page, to have the most views, to leave the most appreciated comment. And to what purpose? For online pollution. For proving that with every step we take we are running away from intimate teaching. Teaching others face to face through the power of words, in weeks or months, will be soon something forgotten. We are here, this is my last post. I'm taking my seat in the front row.
And where? In an environment orientated to profits, in a medium that kills handwriting. Would we have the pyramids if the Egyptians would have had internet? No. Just the shit that surrounds them today. Because if you have been there you know that greater than the pyramids, is the smell. People talk of change yet no change takes place. I will believe in change when people will have the guts to publish on the Web ads like this: "this is just a way to make profit, in reality you don't really need this product".
Shhh ...
It is starting, The End Of The World! First chapter: people in cars, afraid of smoking but living in cities that give their lungs the chance for every mile walked to look like a half a pack a day. Second chapter: flying at the end of the week on a city break with an airplane that just for take off uses 1 tone of gasoline, to participate at an ecological stand up against fossil usage. New clothes just because they are on sale. And I can go on, but for what, whispering got me tired. Good night humanity, enjoy your nightmare. It has everything you want and created: ads, cookies, "privacy", social media, fancy profile pictures, hundreds of online friends, but quick; turn your smart device off ... Yes, you are alone. No battery no friends and even worse, you're living in a polluted overheated planet that soon, sooner than you think will kill you. As you, without even realizing, are trying to kill her. Yes you, you civilized human being. Precisely now when you are reading this shitty post you are the source of pollution.
Why write it? As I said in the beginning: when it is to late for something to be done, what do you do? You do it anyway and you will have no surprise about the result. It will be the same: a dead end as the Internet itself,as the humans behind their smart devices, as the factory workers that drag their feet every day looking down hopeless and without the power to think for tomorrow.
Everybody’s waiting and I don’t understand why. I expect nothing good to come from the expectation of those who were taught to expect and that is why I choose to expect no more.