It’s never later than midnight

We realized how earthly existence has been ‘reduced’, as if sucked up by several mouths: the all-encompassing mechanics of the profession of ‘earning one’s daily bread’, in a family ‘experience’ which is the comic and caricatured version of the ancient domestic hearth (while now there are only needs, things to do, where being for being’s sake is forgotten, where belonging fades into the provisional and contingent), a state bureaucracy that, at the time of the new global pandemic, wraps in its coils and encodes every space of individual and collective action, even the very possibility of self-determination.

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