T
T of Today.
T of Transitory
T of Transport
T of Travel
T of Traffic.
T of Transit
T of Tours
T of Tourism
T of Transportation
T of Transmigration
T of Trespassing
T of Territory
T of Transmission
T of Theistic
T of Tension.
T of Technology.
T of Triumph.
T of Television
T of Telegram
T of Telekinesis
T of Telepathy
T of Telescope
T of Telephone
T of TCP
T of Touchscreen
T of Tecnophobic
T of Transfer
T of Transmedia
T of Transfigure
T of Transformed
T of Transfusion
T of Transgenic
T of Transgressor
T of Transhuman
T of Transexual.
T of Transmutation
T of Transplant
T of Transanything.
T of Tolerated
T of Tactic
T of Torture
T of Terror.
T of Terrorism.
T of Technocratic
T of Totalitarism
T of Transcendency
T of Trillions
T of Trash
T of Toxic
T of Tumor
T of Terminal
T of Temperature
T of Thermic
T of Topological
T of Tectonic
T of Thunder
T of Torrent
T of Tsunami.
T of Tedium
T of Teardrop
T of Torment
T of Touch
T of Tête-a-tête
T of Tribe
T of Totem
T of Totemic
T of Tales
T of Theory
T of Taboo
T of Truth
T of There
T of That
T of This
T of Tempo
T of Tick Tock
T of Time.
And futhermore,
T
of Teleportation.
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If I have to think about the human being in the XXI century
the first image that comes to my mind is Teleportation.
Teleportation is everywhere, the technology that surround you is made of it
Maybe you have not realized it yet
maybe you still live in a time with time,
in a space with space,
but its already there
its just that T has not become clear enough yet
its just that it hasn’t taken everything yet.
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This is the map of the world.
While flying it, we only see thousands of desertical kilometers.
Then an old remaining city.
Then a desert again.
And then, sometimes, what in time of times was an ocean, then become a lake. Today: an oasis.
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This is a man.
His physical body, today, it’s a disposable mean of transport.
As we can see in his eyes, shaking in a dance somewhere else: He is traveling. At least he looks like.
Time and space are now travel.
Travel is time and space.
Travel is T.
T could be understood as God today. As God could be understood as T.
But lets be careful with metaphors.
Metaphors are dangerous, much more the metaphors of God.
Metaphors are fiction.
Only a passive reader, a passive viewer, an easily manipulable public, creates fiction.
Only an active reading, an active vision, will actually understand the differences and similarities between realities, in order to create his own one.
Your only reality: always in time, always in space.
Today
Space has changed, and so has done Time.
The random, the abstract fact of destiny that takes You to Me,
with your time and your space and my time and my space,
the random, ,
is the Us creator with which we will explore a new reality.
And there is no metaphors of the random.
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T is Teleportation.
Today, an imposition.
We impose it.
Nobody force us to use technology.
We just work as a communal force, so the machine still runs.
T is as empirical than spiritual: A physical capacity of movement in a essencial status.
A conception integrated in human by common education.
T is the triumph of space and time traveling.
Look around you: you are already using it: you can be, at any moment, in any place,
by a click, by a touch, by a desire, by a dream
wherever else you want to be.
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But let’s have a look back to this man.
It could be you, it could be me.
We are creating it.
He looks like a normal traveler of T. But he is not.
He just woke up. His eyes are reading morning news.
News of terror. News of anonymous terrorism.
Some anonymous person has exploded in some anonymous place, killing hundreds of anonymous people, in name of the suffer of an anonymous Earth whose time and space have crashed,
crashed by the human technology,
crashed by T.
* HUMAN ESSENCE:
Anonymous comment:
T
is abstract as a dream
and what scares me about dreaming
is while you are in it
you never know
if its a nightmare.
T
and its unknown
has also many strangers
that look at you
as strangers do in dreams,
without real eyes.
And you never know
when they will push you
so you fell
fell
fell
fell into the intensity
fell into the immensity
fell into the anonymity
fell into the uterus of T.
(He close his eyes strongly. Then open them and take a long breathing. He drinks some dirty water, and starts to warm up.)
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The dance go on:
Moving frantically, with broken rhythms, touching the ground, crawl, climb and try to reach the sky, shoes off, sock to the aire, feet down, pat the foot with his ear, roll, confusing small and discreet, shirt out. Circular turns until failing, rising, and failing again. Explode giant, the right walls ting pom pop pom, left tam tam, pants to the wind, neck looking for the bust, buts escaping from the trunk, trunk forgotten the hip, hip loving the feet and everything turning and turning on itself in the bedroom.)
The more freely the dance the more he’s feel the space.
Dancing is the most effective way he has found to ensure gravity.
Gravity ensures him of where he is: at home, and no, he do not want to get lost.
The fear of getting lost, the vertigo to fall, and the doubts about time and space, attacks him if he spend too much time lost on stillness.
That’s why he dance.
He dance whenever he can,
he dance to feel the space,
he dance to palpate himself,
he dance and makes him love.
If teleportation is the key image of the human being of XXI century,
then vertigo is the most traumatic part of it
without vertigo there will be no dance.
Vertigo, as a phobic consequence of travel and technology,
is the trauma of today’s world
Traumas are always a good use to implant terror.
Terror is a necessity for control in human chaos.
That’s why now,
the man
finish his dance
and comes back to his morning news.
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Let me finish this short introduction
by asking you a couple of question,
so thanks to the random
our brains can work together until the next time we see each other:
The world is traveling but,
everybody can travel?
and, furthermore,
do we all travel by the same ways?
(WORK IN PROGRESS)
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