It was the first day of summer. Sitting on the garden wall, we were debating about dynamism.
“What makes space real” you asserted “are – undoubtedly – the objects!”. I couldn’t but disagree because, in my opinion, the only way to define space was through the movement. The idea of sequence imposed itself then, but it was strictly related to the inconsistency in the dissimilarity.
I clearly remember that the conversation got worst when we analyzed the concept of likeness, in other words “how different is what, at a first glance, looks similar?”.
In that moment someone took a snapshot. Here it is. Oh my God, we look so serious!
“Now, tell me. Don’t you find here that livid Hyperrealism of the mug shots?”
microFICTION # 16