PIXELS, LIKES, FOLLOWERS
It's time to walk outside, in the real night, under stars that are not pixels. Sitting on a mountain of silicon, I look down. Beneath me flows the great current of our time: no longer a river, but a digital ocean with no shores, only screens. The waves are made of pixels, the currents of likes, the tides of notifications. We breathe only in this luminous liquid. Today's society resembles an immense city of glass: transparent, sparkling, yet fragile. From afar, it appears like a perfect crystal, a palace of light raised by reason and desire. Up close, however, every wall is a mirror. We move among reflections: my face multiplied infinitely, your face multiplied infinitely, until we no longer know which is the original and which is the copy. Every morning we bend over the well of our smartphones and always see numbers: followers, views, hearts red as poisoned apples. But the well has no bottom. The more we look at ourselves in the mirror, the more w...