ï’ve never really meant to be a candidate. The people from my country is not ready to have a president that came from the antïpodes. And that’s what trully defines who ï am. Beyond what ï’ve become once ï landed on this NEW land. At least to me.
Exploring NEW territories is a mistery. You need to get acquentance with the surroundings and understand the culture that you are going to be a part of. And you need to melt yourself into the NEW mix. And from that emerges a peculiar ü.
And that’s the destination of your first transformation. That’s the result of your first journey outside your so called «confort zone». We are all here, hanging from a wire, and fighting for our sanity. And in the mean time, things are circling around the chaos that has transformed our social context into an inhumane game. And somehow, all along, we are being played.
But let’s not fall into despair just yet. We have an enless bag of optimism. And that’s not such a bad thing. We are not optimistic idiots. Or optimistic morons. Or even worse, optimisted dickheads. I’ve always liked the ring of the insult dick-head. You can almost imagine the walking dicks as they come across your life. It’s not a pretty picture, I know, but heck, you’ve been warned.
What to do about dickheads? That’s a big issue. And a practical one. Turns out we can all be dicks at some point. And seldom, we are. So there is no throwing the stone and hiding the hand. I’m the first dickhead on board. And ï apologize.
That’s the thing. We need to acknowledge that for quite a long long time, kings a dicks have been part of our history. And still, that’s the case. At least for some of us. And it’s definetely the case in NEW spain, where ï am from.
The thing is, you see, in NEW spain, ï’m the NEW king.
Not that ï like a monarchy more than ï would any given republic. Even a banana one. But it just so happens that our constitution is a royal republic, or a parlamentary kingdom. Still, it might just as well be dickdom.
So let me step down from my altar-boy stage. ï will step down from my seat. ï hereby adbicate. As my dickdom is not from this world. It belongs to a NEW dimention. And still, there, things get rotten once in while.
As humans, we must learn to cope. Often, we must learn to cope from the very tragedy we’ve gotten ourselves, and loved ones, into. And that’s were the pain kicks in. And the feelings inside. And the voices in your head. Calling you down. There, you are being a dickhead, once again, to yourself.
The image of a dickhead looking inwards to the dickhead in his head, is an infinite journey that tends to ü, within, fractally.
But let the dickhead within you Bé. Once gone, we can learn to live without the macho hanging over our neck. We breath. A sigh of relief: NEW.
ï believe we can fly that way.
We can emancipate humanity from the dickheads inside us. That’s what the manosphere doesn’t want, as the LOOOOVE to be dickheads. And that’s their dickdom. They are kings. Dickings.
Dickings
Nasty h4. First of its kind. It’s not the best destination for a ticatalan language word to get into. Still, it might work as a spider web. A destination to capture of the dickheads in one bin. And develop there the dickdom they feel confortable in. Away from all the rest. A world without dickeads: could you imagine that?
Ï know this candidacy goes well beyond the political argument on the table. ï know. That’s why ï didn’t present myself as real candidate. Rather, ï’ve embarked myself in a surreal campaign to go orthogonally towards a NEW destination to Bé.
In a multiverse there are unlimeted futures ahead. That brings about a landfield of possibilities. A way around any given setback in our lives. A line of hope that crosses every drama that constraints our life today. And besides, we need to figure out how to holistically cope with the deliverance of social system that can feed our humanity, provide each an every one of us with a sense of purpose, and integrate a NEW set of human processes that leverage the big challenges from our society. In every social, political, economical, cultural, environmental, health, technology,… field out there. We must find a way to fit in our collective capacity to cope with all of those global issues in a way that disputes the colonial and extracting ways that have brought us here. With the guilt and the history in the palm of our hands. And it’s reversed engeniered alternative explanation to undo the harm that’s been thread within us. Like culture curse. Break the spell. That’s it. Let’s start over. From scratch. Let’s empty out. And start over. Orthogonally.
To Bé
Any leaper knows it takes a second to take that first step.
Then the abyss.
The fall.
ALLS
Stop. You are not alone. Nobody is. Nobody should. Seldom you are not. But you feel that way. Don’t jump. It’s not that kind of leap. It’s a most profound trust. A way to go beyond. In any given NEW direction you may want to pursue. Like a alien cruising across the perils of the desert, without knowing for sure, what are the stakes of this journey. But with the sense of hope that will dribble through the troubles of a quest that reach the final destination, if you survive the nine dimentions between your current state, and the state to Bë.
To Bé, or not To Bë.
That is the quest.
ALLS
I read Hamlet when ï was in high school. I had the priviledge to have really amazing English teachers. Mrs. Kachmar., Mr. Flynn, Mrs. Donahue, Mrs. Evans. They taught me to read and to read between the line. To love the language. To write. A NEW language. That’s what you get when you get to speak, and read literature, from an ancient source of an identity and culture. A NEW culture to digg into. A NEW story to live parallel to yours. Great literature, from any given corner of the globe, at any given moment in time-space, will make a link with the little person inside your head, actually reading from a book that was not written by a machine. Now capable of disguising themselves as human souls wondering the earth. They ain’t.
Pick up that book.
Finish it through.
Today ï woke up and thought: 4 3 2 1.
That’s it. It’s our time back.
time-back
Or rather space-time-back. That’s what’s there in Fergusons multiple timelines. His life has been multiversed. And all of them are the expresion of Paul Auster in his own particular multiverse, taking himself back to the time he lived when he was young boy, coming to age, to live through the multiple crucibles in his pattern to become himself. An author. All the authors he could have been. All the authors he dreamt to be. All those lives are the ones that were lived, and not-lived at the same time. The literture of a way to be in a world that swirls in one direction as the flushing waters drain the instant you’ve been trashed out of latter state. It’s a brownian motion of some kind. A neural network of milestones in between. The steps to take the process towards a desired destination we yet not know how to describe. But we must. We must try to go in this NEW direction: the building of spoken scenarios of destinations to Bé.
That way we two ways to go.
And both of them would be worth while.
Parallel to each other.
Back.
Forth.
To Bé, in two directions for you to pick where to start.
Leap.
I woke up today and thought about Paul Austers book 4 3 2 1. And it makes sense, as I thought when I saw it in the bookshoop: a countdown. That’s what I have always dreamt to be the format of my comming to age story: the fulfilment of a political campaign. Presenting myself during the process of a political campaign happening in the real world. Only, ï would play a role to explain my campaign’s surreal origin, and own terms. To Bé, as compared to what the other parties are suggesting we do. I will propose my journey. And a liberating one, for any given soul, that likes to go my way.
Auster’s book is reaching its end. And with it, I can now feel the time que put into this piece. And how it helped him to Bë. And we are heading there. Towards our own countdown. With a solemn voice within our head that reminds us of who we are. What we were. What we dreamed to be. And that’s a good way to put it. For any given person who can read and write. That’s all it takes. For us to make sense. From the coordinates another soul expressed in words. One after the other, meant to build within the logic of one self, as the expression of sentence that’s spoken in a whisper within your ears: Bé.
Once you leap, you are caught in the whereabouts of a NEW dimention. Trust. Beyond. The world conspiring with you.
That’s the sound of music.
That’s the sound of silence.
That’s the song ï sing.
And you are soul comming with me.
ALLS
In page 899 of 4 3 2 1, a scarlett notebook turns up. I wrote today in my scarlet notebook: a page for 4321, and a page for Moo Pak.
I got up to write.
I’m going to swith to writting in the mornings.
As the life ï want to live is the one that balances with the stability of my sorroundings and my tribe.
To be; To Bé; to Bë.