– They were a band of rotten people because they represented with
their fascinating crazy gestures what their soul could no longer bear.
The monotony of the repetition of the known, perpetuated and generated by the imperfect idea of a suffocating security that has been projected into a non-existent future, can accidentally become, for some souls, a decisive push to escape from the mental structure with the golden bars made of conditioned thoughts .
In a city with neon signs decorated with unknown characters that create fascinating luminous geometries, a man is sitting in a coffee shop decorated with every type of object that the owner has managed to recover from the 80s. He wears sunglasses despite the light in the local is delicately poor. Comfortably leaning against the soft padded back of his gothic style armchair, arms folded, impassive, he stares at the wall with a huge mirror reflecting the counter behind him.
The cloudy liquid in front of the man is totally forgotten, several minutes pass before he begins to give signs of life. He turns to me, for a few moments I reflect in the lenses of his sunglasses. He starts talking to me, wondering what I’m doing in this far country.
A question I sometimes don’t know how to answer. But he doesn’t seem to be in a hurry to hear what I have to say, he gets closer to the wooden table and sips his coffee, as if he had never spoken to me before.
I started this journey a long time ago, sometimes forgetting the reasons that led me to begin this unexpected adventure.
Lay the cup with the dark infuse inside, continuing to maintain a detached visual contact. The blades of the fan hanged on the ceiling seem to slow down by his presence.
– Many people are driven to stifle the innate curiosity and the possibility of experimenting with new perceptions, tending to replicate the same day in a continuous cycle that leads them tediously towards the habitual emptying of the soul. We pursue rhythms of life inevitably considered the only survival solution on this bizarre planet. The style of existence in the various societies in which we claim to be alive has become completely similar, monotonous, sterile and people feel frustrated and deprived of energy because they have stopped experiencing, because they have stopped creating something unique expressing themselves freely, because they have stopped pursuing a pleasant and indispensable state of freedom. And all this they call security. – He tells me.
– Freedom entails high costs that certainly not everyone wants to face – I answer.
The punk-hairstyled bartender with tattoos on his neck is handling a cup, smoke is fuming from the large coffee machine behind him.
– We are like fish that have stopped perceiving the water in which they swim. – He gets up and cordially greets me nodding slightly.
