Being
forced to abide or being able to complain, that’s the new dilemma, I guess. How
much time do you think you need to contemplate your feelings toward your
worries? I heard this is a design, an upper further design. Would it be true
after all? Some people claimed they had foreseen some of it, and it seems to
be happening all around the world. 2026 has been a special year. For a writer, it would be surreal to come up with all this happening, but they are and have;
indeed, the happenings, not sure about the writers, really. Venezuela commemorates
The Battle of Carabobo every 24th of June. Yesterday, there were two
rare earthquakes near Caracas and part of the city fell apart. People started
feeling them when frames and platery began to crash towards the floor. We
decided to take a walk. Nothing was close. Two big avenues with two very narrow
sidewalks. Everything with a big parking lot. It took me some time to realize
it: this is a motor town (Motown). So I decided to have a look at it. I
was trying to frame this concept within the boundaries of my footsteps, and
that’s where my body started resisting and my head started aching. This is how it
feels when going out, when getting informed about family from home.
Today, social media is a redux of feelings. I guess no one cares in real life, I don’t
know. Maybe it’s more like a lost space. We feel in combos of time and news
driven through our phones. We can’t blame ourselves; we did not get here without
a push. What do we do when we see our walls cracking? I panic, and panic will freeze
me out. Would it be possible that the daily work nonsenses we heard are,
somehow, an encrypted language that makes these doings turn into feelings, to
be prepared for whatever is coming up? Is that a crazy thought at all? It was a long night. Many people know that it
will be very hard to recover from this disaster, given the circumstances the
country has been through in the last twenty years. Roads flow with the English
language. This disaster was felt in Spanish. That explains why straight
follows ahead, and right may follow there or here;
right now, and right away too. I guess the communication is like
driving a vehicle; ideas go, stop, park, and make it to the left or right, politically,
and economically; certainly, and absolutely. It’s hard to remain focused these
days. We hold on to people’s lives. Life is what matters the most, and this is
true; it’s just that our homeland and our people have gone through a lot already.
I guess we all wonder what now!
Horror
movies have always shown us that the unknown entities' approach starts when the
platery and the frames hung on the walls begin to fall. These words are taking place the next day, the
day after, but I don’t think they will come out anytime soon. As we’ve learned
with our moving out, hometown feelings and thoughts must be put on hold since
current obligations hardly allow them to gravitate on shift time. I guess we’ll
get to the point when we’ll schedule some time off to feel and acknowledge but
how long would that be? Never mind, it’s just a thought lost in the need of
context. I think I will make it after all. Why is " platery " a wrong word, by the way?
How is it supposed to be called? Now they have to return to their homes, not
knowing if it’s safe or right, because there’s nowhere else to go for many,
and we’re here, watching and aching, all because of a few who made decisions
for many. Let’s see how they’re doing. Let’s send some support!
