Wonderland.

Qual é o parasita mais resiliente? Uma bactéria? Um vírus? Um verme intestinal?

Uma ideia.

Resiliente. Altamente contagiosa. Quando uma ideia se apodera do cérebro, é praticamente impossível erradicá-la. Uma ideia que esteja completamente formada e seja completamente apreendida, enraíza-se.

Aqui dentro, algures.

In Inception (A Origem), Christopher Nolan.

É isto.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oUnG3cZ0Kkg

- Excuse me.

- Excuse me.

- Hey. Could we do that again? I know we haven't met, but I don't want to be an ant, you know?

I mean, it's like we go through life with our antennas bouncing off one another, continuously on ant auto-pilot with nothing really human required of us. Stop. Go. Walk here. Drive there. All action basically for survival.

All communication simply to keep this ant colony buzzing along in an efficient polite manner. "Here's your change."

I don't want a straw, I want real human moments.

I want to see you. I want you to see me. I don't want to give that up.

I don't want to be an ant, you know?

I want to see you. I want you to see me. I don't want to give that up.

- Yeah. Yeah, no. I don't want to be an ant either. Yeah, thanks for kind of jostling me there.

I've been kind of on zombie auto-pilot lately, I don't feel like an ant in my mind, but I guess I probably look like one. It's kind of like D.H. Lawrence had this idea of two people meeting on a road. And instead of just passing and glancing away, they decide to accept what he calls "the confrontation between their souls." It's like, um, freeing the brave reckless gods within us all.

- Then it's like we have met.

- So it has a lot to do with choices and honoring people's ability to say what it is that they wanna see, and also consumerism and art and commodity, and if you don't like what you got, then you can send it back,

or you get what you pay for, or just participating, just really making choices. So, you wanna do it?

- Uh, yeah, yeah, that sounds really cool. I'd love to be in it, but, um ... Uh, I kind of gotta ask you a question first though. I don't really know how to say it, but, um, uh, what's it like to be a character in a dream? 'Cause, uh, I'm not awake right now. And I haven't even worn a watch since, like, fourth grade. I think this is the same watch too. Um, uh, yeah, I don't even know if you're able to answer that question, but I'm just trying to get like a sense of where I am and what's going on.

- So what about you? What's your name? What's your address? What are you doing?

- I, I, you know, I can't really remember right now. I can't really, I can't really recall that. But that's beside the point, whether or not I can dredge up this information about, you know, my address, or, you know, my mom's maiden name, or what not. I've got the benefit in this reality, if you wanna call that, of a consistent perspective.

- What is your consistent perspective?

- It's mostly just me dealing with a lot of people who are exposing me to information and ideas that seem vaguely familiar, but, at the same time, it's all very alien to me. I'm not in an objective, rational world. Like I've been flying around. Uh ... I don't know. It's weird too because it's not like a fixed state, it's more like this whole spectrum of awareness. Like the lucidity wavers. Like, right now, I know that I'm dreaming, right? We're, like, even talking about it. This is the most in myself and in my thoughts that I've been so far. I'm talking about being in a dream. But, I'm beginning to think that it's something that I don't really have any precedent for. It's, it's totally unique. The, the quality of, of the environment and the information that I'm receiving.

Nada de novo debaixo do sol.

The big wheel keeps on turning

On a simple line day by day

The earth spins on its axis

One man struggle while another relaxes

There's a hole in my soul like a cavity

Seems like the world is out to gather just by gravity

The wheel keeps turning the sky's rearranging

Look my son the weather is changing

I'd like to feel that you could be free

Look up at the blue skies beneath a new tree

Sometime again

You'll turn green and the sea turns red

My son I said the power of axis over my head

The big wheel keeps on turning

On a simple line day by day

The earth spins on its axis

One man struggle while another relaxes

We sang about the sun and danced among the trees

And we listened to the whisper of the city on the breeze

Will you cry in the most in a lead-free zone

Down within the shadows where the factories drone

On the surface of the wheel they build another town

And so the green come tumbling down

Yes close your eyes and hold me tight

And i'll show you sunset sometime again

The big wheel keeps on turning

On a simple line day by day

The earth spins on its axis

One man struggle while another relaxes

As a child's silent prayer my hope hides in disguise

While satellites and cameras watch from the skies

An acid drop of rain recycled from the sea

It washed away my shadow burnt a hole in me

And all the king's men cannot put it back again

But the ghetto sun will nurture life

And mend my soul sometime again

The big wheel keeps on turning

On a simple line day by day

The earth spins on its axis

One man struggle while another relaxes

The big wheel keeps on turning

On a simple line day by day

The earth spins on its axis

One man struggle while another relaxes

Vou ver este vídeo todos os dias da minha vida.

Canto fúnebre.

Imagina que estás numa floresta. Está escuro. Estás nevoeiro. Não consegues ver o caminho. Não consegues ver-te a ti próprio. A única coisa que ouves é a tua respiração ofegante. De medo. Caminhas em direcção ao que pensas ser uma saída, mas cada vez te perdes mais, na verdade estás em direcção a um nada. Nada sabes do que se passa à tua volta. Ouves sons, vês sombras, vislumbres do que podem ser formas que conheces, realidades, mas não sabes. De repente, apercebes-te. Estás a andar às voltas. Então, decides parar. Nesse momento, pensas. Algo te incapacita de continuar. Não sabes se o melhor é ficar onde estás ou prosseguir. Não sabes nada de nada, talvez seja melhor não saberes, talvez seja melhor ficares na ignorância, ainda que esta te mate. O teu medo, a tua mente, o teu pensamento, o que sabes que existe mas que não conheces, incapacitam-te. Já reparaste na ironia? O que não conheces, controla-te, sem que possas fazer muito em relação a isso. Agora, a decisão é tua. Quer comeces a correr desesperada e estupidamente em direcção ao que não conheces, quer fiques exactamente no mesmo sítio, vais continuar a andar aos círculos. Vais sempre voltar ao mesmo ponto onde começaste, por onde passaste e talvez até onde paraste naquele momento.

Agora, imagina, que essa floresta, é a (tua) vida. A (tua) (in)existência.