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LET'S CELEBRATE, LET'S EAT CAKE. THAT AT LEAST THIS SATURDAY THE HOUSE HAS NOTBEEN DEMOLISHED. LET'S BUILD OVER THE BRIEF FUTURE EXISTENCE. LET'S MAKE ITPERMANENT. MAKE CAKE, MAKE EVERYTHING CAKEY. I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT ONEDAY ALL THIS THAT IS MY HOUSE WILL STOP EXISTING. BUT THERE WILL STILL EXIST THECAKES, FROM THAT CELEBRATION THAT ONCE EXISTED; AND IT WILL REMAIN. LET'SCELEBRATE; SOMEONE PLEASE CUT THE CAKE.

HYSTERICAL MANIFESTO AGAINST HYSTERIA

"THINGS ARE GOING TO GET WORSE BEFORE THEY GET BETTER”. COULD BE THE EPITAPH FROM THE FATHER OF POSTMODERNISM, ZYGMUNT BAUMAN, BUT IS ACTUALLY A REGISTERED TRADEMARK OF BRUCE WAYNE - THE BILLIONAIRE INCARNATION OF A DEPRESSED HERO, AKA BATMAN, THE DARK KNIGHT. IN FACT, THINGS ARE GOING TO GET WORSE BEFORE THEY GET BETTER, GOING HYSTERICAL IN SILENT AGONY THAT IS THE AWAITING FOR A PLANNED DISASTER. WE CAN’T BE NO LONGER SURPRISED. EVERYTHING IS PROGRAMMED: FLOODS, MURDERS AND THE STOLEN NUMBER OF OUR SAVINGS. OUR DEMOLITION AS WELL.

FACING AN ANTICLIMAX SCENE, THIS HOUSE (OUR HOME), AWAITS ITS PROMISED FUTURE (WHICH IS NULL), TRYING TO DISCUSS SURRENDER. YES, YES, CONTRADICTION. AS WE APPROACH THE ENDING, IT HARDENS THE EROTIC OUTBREAK THAT ANTICIPATES THE OASIS OF HORROR INSIDE THIS DESERT OF BOREDOM, AS BAUDELAIRE SAYS, PRECEDING OUR GOTHIC LITERATURE.

WHAT WE ARE, THEN> THE ARGUMENT AGAINST WAITING> OUR STRATEGY: WE WANT TO SET FIRE (YES, FIRE!) THIS IMMACULATE FOREST WHICH THEY CALL NATURE, AND SHOW OURS, WHICH OPENS WOUNDS ON THE WALLS LIKE WAVES MADE OF MACHINE AND DUST NOISES, REVEALING A WASTED DREAM OF A NONEXISTENT PLACE. HURT, PROTECTING WITH THE SAME IRONY OF PLASTIC, THE MORIBUND LIFE OF PROGRAMMED OBJECTS TO FADE AWAY IN FUNCTIONALITY BUT TO REMAIN AS BODIES; CELEBRATE THE LEGACY FINALLY PRESENTED.

WE COULD NOT WAIT ANY LONGER, SO WE’RE GOING TO FASTEN THE CALENDAR, THE DAMN CALENDAR, SACRIFICING OUR PRESENT FOR A FUTURE, ROOTED AND READY TO DEFEND SOMEHOW THIS TIME / TERRITORY TO CONQUER ANYTHING, FULL OF ULTIMATUM AND AMORPHOUSNESS.

WE EVEN HOISTED A FLYING FLAG CHARGED WITH ASPHALTIC DRAMA AND CONFUSION. WE FLEW INTO SPACE THE DOORS FOR EVERYONE TO UNDERSTAND THAT WE CAN NOT STAND AS BARRIERS, SO PLEASE COME IN. WE MISS THE SUDDEN EXPLOSION, BUT THE GEOLOGICAL TIME I’M LIVING IN THE DESERT (YES, I LEFT TO BE MISSING EVERYTHING) LAUGHS AT US WITH HIS PROJECT TO SINK ALL OF LATIN AMERICA WITH BORING INCHES. THEY ALSO LAUGH AT US AND OUR POOR MANIFESTO, THE BUILDERS THAT DETERMINE THE FUTURE OF THIS POST-PUNK COUNTRY AND ITS ROASTED PET. BUT WE STAND FIRM AND ... EH? FIGHT? ALL WE KNOW IS THEY ARE NOT GOING TO THROW IT DOWN THIS SATURDAY, BUT WE WANT TO LEAVE CLEAR THAT IF WE HAD A TRACTOR, WE WOULD DO OURSELVES. WE WANT THE END!"

TEXT: FREDERICO FILIPPI