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It doesn’t matter if in the place we are decay and crumbling reign; it doesn’t matter if inside of “La Citta’ Vecchia” (The Old Town) there are whores and trans sharing spaces and memories; it doesn’t matter because the appearance turns away the eye from the focal spot, from the idea of normality in which the circadian rhythm of the life englobes the human existence. Normal is what that is socially accepted so, where every emotional judgment is hanging in order to guarantee the daily quiet living; it is the precarious equilibrium of safety in which the common rigid rules drop the anchor of the mass survival.

To move the muddy waters in which morality sinks (the same morality that often leads to easy and hasty social sentences) helps in remembering that a human being remains a human being in any possible way he decides to live his own life.

© Angelo Anzalone, 2019