FROM NOTHING - Chiara

One of those primitive and magical forms of life fights to reach the soil and manages to stay there to create life as we know it

Millions of years later, here we are

Fighting to reach the same freedom once again
But this time the confinement comes from our own actions













To walk on the moon sounds deranged when all the steps we can count are those back and forth between the four walls of our houses 

The desire to reach for the unknown becomes fear of the known
“To reach for something” becomes a forbidden phrase
Let alone “to touch” 

Our own planet becomes remote and foreign as millions die to a virus smaller than 300 nanometers

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It’s time zero once again    

In 1969, technology is a monstrous and fascinating new goddess able to send us in space and walk on the mythical lunar ground to ideally elevate humankind to a new kind of power and to total and undisturbed freedom  

In July, raging under the rocket,
fire regains the same mystical power of when first discovered  

…  
it’s time zero
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When that robot-y figure dressed in ceremonial and virgin white made contact with the lunar ground it seemed almost possible to build a better life there than on our own planet 

Whether that was hope, idealism or just clairvoyance
It now sounds more appealing than ever 

When and if everything will go back to normal, will it be "one small step for (a) man, one giant leap for mankind” all over again?

Will this be the rediscovery of our planet as we used to know it?
If so, how vain will we be once freedom is be back in our powers?

Men have to adapt to a new dimension and gravity until, against all pains the space-man is born with agony on his face

Mouth twitching, eyes narrowed and intent gaze directed solely to the future  

If only those space-men knew what the future really looked like, they wouldn’t even have dared gazing so intensely into it  

If only they knew that the next big human adaptation was to barely survive on our own planet, the agony on their faces would translate into disappointment







To show off it’s a human instinct, it comes directly from animals  

Never before in this planet’s history so many creatures have been asked not to parade in public for so long

And when the time will come to finally set foot on our planet again, the scenario will be beastly  

Big herds of fancy dressed people, strolling around to show off their faces, bodies and clothes that have been hidden for too long

Vanity is strictly linked with one’s success
When freedom lacks, vanity, in turn, is restricted

…  
It will eventually explode  

In our new time zero