“Knotted to the net. It had happened a little by chance and a little out of curiosity. Big, branched, extended, intricate, attractive, intriguing. Those who passed could not fail to realize what power it had. It was like a magnetic light in able to bewitch everyone’s eyes. The little girl was immediately fascinated by it and trotting into it she fell into it, finding herself everywhere, while remaining sitting cross-legged. She could not resist the temptation to create continuous streams of questions and curiosities that flowed faster In exchange, he absorbed words, images, music and emotions like sap from the clicking of the keys. By spreading the meshes of that dense weave, made up of meridians and parallels with his fingers, he could look very far away. Traveling in balance on an invisible thread from a continent to the other, in a few moments. Find the answer and lose the question. Look for order in disorder. To tie one’s thoughts to those of another. See the life of the people who f iltra through screens and pages and eyes and mouths and bodies, congested by overwhelmingly human traffic. “
Paola Molteni, Nets
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