Arhive etichete: influencer

Museum of Nonvalues

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The museum stands stunned and seductive as the Statue of Liberty, its granite steps retreating from the doors of rare metal alloys, and visitors fear falling into the randomly created cracks.

In the courtyard of this temple, a regiment of dogs raises a living barricade of fur, feces and raised teeth, suspiciously sharp eyes, and above, bodies that metallize in the interstellar void.

The most loving tourist of newly created art based on project, application, competition, stumbles cursing, his feet groping in a dazzling swamp like poisonous mercury.

The great lion-dog bows its heavy head, as if weighing the value of the visitor and whether an asymmetrical understanding is possible. The other jaws of the museum applaud and utter prayers and imprecations older than the artifacts inside.

The analyst tells the influencer that this Museum relies on originality to attract visitors from all over the world under the slogan: we have the fewest visitors in relation to the wealth and priceless values in the warehouses! We don’t want you to visit us!

Complicity

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In the apartment next door, a happy stepfather tortures some children, when he is not busy with another hobby.
You can’t pretend not to hear the neighbors’ scandal, even if you are watching an exciting TV series or playing on the computer.
It would seem that in order to knock on the neighbors’ door, everyone is waiting to hear on the TV that today there is uncensored bad news from the next room!
That’s good, though. It would be worse if your favorite influencer convinced you that it is normal for children to be starved, tortured or slaughtered somewhere, because there are too many mouths on the planet!

Now your apartment is once again echoing with the cries of the innocents and their mother, but you remain silent, your attention fixed on the screen.
Caught in your own imagination, it’s easier for you to ignore the suffering of your neighbors or rationalize the cruelty as explicable.
After all, what can one person do against the weight of so many mute people, let alone the indifference of the masses to everything?
But the news will come someday, a harsh reminder of the tragedy you chose to ignore through happy complicity.
Your comfort, your amusement, your desire to avoid confrontation cannot last forever.
At what cost? The children next door, their lives torn apart, their unanswered screams, our human future tarnished.

You tell yourself that it’s none of your business, that you have no obligation to intervene, to argue with a madman.
However, the sound of their pain pierces the walls, an eternal reproach for your blissful drowsiness.
How long can you sit idly by, pretending that you neither hear the screams nor have you seen films about the horrors of human bestial history?
The weight of your inaction grows with each passing day, a burden on your numb conscience.
It would seem that, in order to protest, everyone is waiting to hear on television that today uncensored bad news is coming from so close, from a few steps away.
You tell yourself that you are powerless, that a single voice cannot make a difference in such darkness of silence.

Wake up! The apartment next door, a place of unimaginable cruelty, will haunt your serenity tomorrow.
You will not be able to ignore the cries for help, whose drill pierces the thin walls of the happy complicity.
It is time to step forward, to be the voice of the deprived, to stand firm against the darkness and the silence.
Because, in the end, the true measure of a man is not what he gnaws like a mouse in front of the monitor, but what he chooses to do.
The choice is yours, to remain silent and complicit, or to raise your voice so that the other silent neighbors can hear you.
The dying people in the apartment next to you are just waiting for your decision, because they could have been your own children.