Mijn NiemandsLand

The pink citrus juicer, that trivial kitchen object, fashioned in a color that perhaps refers more to marketing than to function, still smells of pulp and sourness—a mechanical altar on which oranges, grapefruits, and even the occasional lime yield their internal essence under the pressure of the human hand, their fibers and acids spilling over the edges like an acid bath that slowly corrodes the plastic—and here, right here, begins our wandering towards a supposed connection, a hypothesis of sensible connectedness, with the tragic figure of a human being, whose skin glows unnaturally brown, as if life itself has been caressed by a UV lamp until it evaporates irrevocably, like a forgotten moth in a light box.

To remain standing in a world that is constantly moving and transforming seems a paradox, a choice that requires a certain degree of self-control and courage, especially in an age where the speed of information and movement has become a basic reality. While there is indeed an infinite range of possibilities to travel the world – from physical displacement to faraway places to mental travel through books and ideas – there remains only one fixed point of absolute stillness: the choice not to move, to surrender to letting the moment rule over the restless urge for progress and discovery.

When I am faced with the almost insurmountable choice between purchasing an electric toy fire engine, not just a miniature made of plastic and metal, but a true powerhouse of one and a half meters in length, a robust, almost majestic machine that fills the heart of every child with amazement. for the heroic world of firefighters, makes your heart beat faster, a vehicle that serves not only as a playground equipment, but also as a gateway to a universe of fantasy and adventure, where my child, seated in this red shiny chariot, can imagine himself as a brave lifesaver, steering and driving through the vast plains of our backyard, a symbol of childhood dreams and the limitless possibilities of the imagination; and on the other hand, the choice of a sheep, a living, breathing creature, with its soft coat and calm, almost therapeutic presence, an animal that not only represents the simplicity and serene beauty of rural life, but also learns the responsibility of caring for another living being, the lessons of compassion, patience and the undeniable bond that grows between humans and animals, a bond that enriches the soul and reminds us of our deepest connection with nature and all its wonders.

Tag: thoughts

Press.

Stand still.

Dilemma 2.