Fiction meets reality, the phenomenon is disturbing. An old topic that keeps moving forward. How far will the humanoid addiction to the show go? And what happens to life, to the bottom, to the mud? If everything is representation, who will take care, for example, of the food? Who will pick the tomatoes, drive the truck that transports the fruit or roast the chicken, who will do the accounts for the month, who will remember to put the fork in the mouth if the gossip fever continues to grow, and we give ourselves completely to the nebula of the mind?
The mind as a screen, and vice versa. Sweeping fiction is the society of the spectacle. We see it on the subway, on sofas and in the news, and we saw it last week, at the election meeting, especially in Madrid. The speeches of the victorious leaders have been based on movie subjects. Unbelievable but spectacular. Mind-blowing stuff. Plots that raise the dead and furiously fight non-existent dangers. A success
Next to it, reality is boring, unattractive and too complicated. The reality is not understood. It is heavy, blurry, snarky, contradictory, a story in black and white, without well-defined heroes or villains. Reality is outdated and uninteresting. Even people crushed by palpable shortcomings, on the brink of material poverty, choose aerial solutions. Strong and simple emotions. Show in full color. Mental revelry against scarcity. Fiction wins, and sweeps away the cheapest script, the most commercial film, the melodrama that awakens the most visceral feelings. And now? How does this circus continue? It's scary to think that the vanquished end up getting on the bandwagon.
On the other hand, the loser protagonists, on the left of the left, embrace their world. That other fantasy world of theirs, which has prevented them from seeing their voters crying out in desperation from the corners, with brutal levels of earthly infatuation. In their own way, in the nebula of their egos, they have devoted themselves to splitting and fractioning, blindly, in outer space. After the fall, already in the puddle, they announce a twist in the script. We viewers are stunned. If things continue like this, the theaters will be the last stronghold where you can distinguish what is honestly a lie.
