Dear Stranger;
Hi, here writing is Pauri and if you are on this page it means that my efforts are not wasted and my rough website survived throughout the years.
I am writing you from
Io-landia where I live with other thousands of wolves.
We are a huge population of wolves which originally lived in a large and compact community on open green spaces, miles away from where we live now.
After many years the big community
started to divide in smaller communities of always less members;
we early became a
society of individuals.
Each of us was that focused on his own life that could not notice anymore the other's presence.
Then, the number of houses
increased but their sizes reduced.
No more spacious houses but tiny hideouts to guest one wolf and his goods.
The green space where we lived before became a field covered of an expanding agglomerate of blocks.
If you were here you would have found ourselves busy in our hyper accessoriesed cubes, behind some unflexible timetable and all wrapped up in accomplishing our necessities.
In fact, in each cube there is everything we need, MIRRORS, DEVICES, SELF TRACKING TECHNOLOGIES, MOVIES PROIECTORS AND BODY EXERCISE MACHINES.
THIS IS WHY if you would have the chance to visit this land you won’t meet more creatures outside.
But that lately something changed
and this is the reason why I am leaving here my witness.
"Some Wolf has been found dead in his own cube"
As reported by the Police, who I work for, in the crime scene they have found messages like
“I am sorry but I couldn’t bear my own voice anymore”
or
“I am sorry, I was starting having long chats with my wall”
or still
“...something wrong in me, I am a failed part of this
perfect engine made of perfect parts”.
The Government in accordance to the sheriff has decided to obscure all the news reporting these suicidal acts and to punish everybody suspected to promote life-styles that don’t honor the solitary life as the one
we are meant to live.
Here you have the precious opportunity to read some of the thoughts left by some of them, thoughts I took before the police could find them .
I am risking my career an my life writing this message but I hope this story will make you think about how lucky you are because you live in the modern world
where people keep attention to your thoughts,
where they care of looking at your eyes
when you speak and when you don’t.
I am confident that the progress has made people understand
the importance of interactions without barriers in the middle.
I am sure the globalization has made people well aware of the of need physical contacts and true emotions in order evolve as species and improve as individuals .
Is it what progress is about, isn'it?
© 2014 by OTTAVIA TRACAGNI