* When I was little I let myself be persuaded to finish a plate of risotto with the promise that the cartoons would then have left the television to play with me. After the disappointment, I stopped believing. But not everyone has had this procedure.
Someone is still there waiting that his piece of fantasized reality gradually come out of the video and it is composed in three dimensions. The problem is that actually happens. This is the problem.
plasma television comes out and the landscape we inhabit. I just (a few years after the affair of the cartoons) that the advertisement had not all that power, but it does. I thought, blissful innocence, that the advertising had its place accessory, but is the necessary basis and pervasive that tempers the full schedule, then oozes from there, spreads, irradiated, and embodies spaces, objects, characters in the world real.
Reality does not mean that reality comes on television, but television that walk among us. The list of satellite television is now reaching lengths: one word after another, the reality gives up, not killed as Baudrillard said, but shaped by TV. Plasma TV? no, tv shaping.
The score volleyball. The danger of the sugar. The lightness of bottled water. The dreams of girls. The soundtrack to our homes for noise that reminds us that everything runs without changes. The attention to children. The duration of the ability to concentrate. The quality of our thoughts. Bargaining with things. The value, even emotional, shopping, perhaps the most frequent opportunity for self-affirmation of the person who is in us.
Fantastic TV. Enlightening teacher who shows us the sbarluccicante via a terrestrial paradise with a bar code imprinted on it.
not stay the whole time watching TV, says the TV, get up and walk, both with dolorzut you do not even realize they were already dead, and eternosniff take away the stink forever. Buy a new Garlinda triturbo from zero to six percent in nanoseconds, so, between mountains and cliffs urban ring roads, you reach the majestic structure of the discount in a time warp, and there you can relax with a sushi in his mouth as Garlinda is washed.
television, hard-working, record the remainder of our desires and attachments, amplifies them on stage, turns them into compelling value and reference guides us well, safe and constant, confusing and painful in the sea of \u200b\u200blife. It is not anesthesia, does not deceive us, dear flat-box, even every day tells us the terrible state of the planet, true source of a complete and truthful information.
careful in interpreting what we are and what we need, we contracted for the purchase of priority, the choice of holiday destination, the renewal of our fleet of home technology, the ingredients of the biscuits, what is good and what hurts, what is useful and what is useless, what do I clean and what does not clean more, the shape of the eyebrows, the line of decency, the joyful acceptance of the inevitable rules imposed by telephone companies, the palatability a Saturday at the mall, the need for new items, the guilt of some individuals, who wins and who loses the political show, the boundary of our innocence and our being victims, the amount of problems that plague us virtually and their more immediate solution: television is the miraculous gel that even in the absence of love, responsibility and attention, paste parts of the family in need of help and all the families together, suppress the negative symptoms, deadens doubt, shut up conflicts.
Symptom: state of our feelings that reveals a problem at the moment, otherwise hidden.
Once the customer was always right, the customer now has become public television. This would not be so bad if it were not for our damn tendency to give up thinking, wanting to look like someone else. Here it is, the public television is in there, television, and from there came out, as we ate a risotto, and without noticing a thing, as in the invasion of the Body Snatchers, we were not us but them! We come from the house, from the island, the chair of the host. Their tears are ours, their desire for good fortune is ours. I no longer think about my thoughts, but I think my thoughts, and television is a thought.
not turn off the television. Do not throw the weapon where I can not see it. I will continue to observe, to see out the thoughts to think, pink girls, children of heaven, the cinquenni with two pieces, the cinquenni sedated by nintendo, who meet the hyper kids, wives waiting their turn for the SUV, husbands who are waiting their turn to be finally in front of her television, expensive magic monitor where they exit from perfect breasts beautiful women, lots of talk, to express protest against the umpires releases, thoughts to think .. .
