Along the irreversible path of universal progress, nothing "wild" is dead, everything rises or will rise again with vehemence and virulence, "right in the heart of our ultra-sophisticated and ultra-vulnerable systems, disarming them" without gasping.

Once the Earth has been circumscribed as a sphere, as a finite space, through the omnipotence of the media, all that remains is the fatality of circular tourism that is exhausted in the absorption of all differences

If economy is libidinal, and libido is essentialy economical, can we think of a space in which appears a rational comunality?

The irremediable ontological caesura that materializes between the thing and the way it appears to other things makes all relations move on one, the same, side of the crack, leaving the outside lying on the opposite one.

Attraction and repulsion coexist, on the one hand as terror for the unknown, on the other as a desire to unveil: a (ir)reality that emerges intermittently, at the interstices of the real, pushing us to question it.