Fiction eats reality, the phenomenon is disturbing. An old theme that does not stop advancing. How far will the humanoid addiction to the show go? And what about life, with the bottom, with the mud? If everything is representation, who will take care of, for example, the food? Who will pick the tomatoes, drive the truck that transports the fruit or cook the chicken, who will do the accounts for the month, who will remember to put the fork in their mouths if the fabulatory fever continues to grow, and we give ourselves completely to the nebula? of the mind?
The mind as a screen, and vice versa. Fiction is rampant, it is the society of the spectacle. We see it on the subway, on the sofas and in the news, and we saw it last week, at the electoral date, especially in Madrid. The speeches of successful leaders have been based on movie issues. Unbelievable but spectacular. Awesome stuff. Plots that raise the dead and furiously fight non-existent dangers. Exit.
By his side, reality is boring, unimpressive and too complicated. The reality is not understood. It is heavy, blurry, prickly, contradictory, a story in black and white, without well-defined heroes or villains. The reality is outdated and does not matter. Even people crushed by palpable deficiencies, on the verge of material poverty, choose aerial solutions. Strong and simple emotions. Full color show. Mind spree against scarcity. Fiction wins, and the cheapest script, the most commercial film, the melodrama that arouses the most visceral feelings, devastates. And now? How is this circus going? It’s scary to think that the defeated will end up jumping on the bandwagon.
On the other hand, the losing protagonists, to the left of the left, arm in their world. That other fantasy world of theirs, which has prevented them from seeing their voters clamoring their despair on the corners, with brutal levels of earthly satiety. To their things, in the nebula of their egos, they have dedicated themselves to split and fraction, blind, in outer space. After the fall, already in the puddle, they announce a script twist. The spectators are stunned. If things continue like this, the theaters will be the last redoubt where to distinguish what is sincerely a lie.
