writing came to count, enumerate and classify the properties of the king. still the writer has this task, sit down and enumerate the properties of the ruler of the moment, certain that someone will read his list. writing can be bare, like a tree without leaves, in which the naked picture of things is the cornerstone of his term. But the writer can also shout in the face of what its subject is not on the list: the occult origin of those properties, theft given to whom and how, to fill the surface of adjectives describing objects. The fund we are not interested in politics. The rich are rich because they steal from those who did not understand because they are poor. is a choice between the desire to be controlled and the desire to rule. If neither of these two roads do you like your place is the edge of the guardrail, the pavement, in a word, the dust and estranietà, the loneliness of one who knows but does not know whether to write or not. They will understand what you mean? understand what they implied when he wrote, they will realize that his attacks are not only that, but there's really someone you want to defend? And those who defend'll never know you did it? Really worth it to wear out your fingers to the ingratitude?
