Ludita

Frame from the movie 'Blade Runner'.

Do not condemn the darners who broke the spinning machines or the country boys of Captain Swing. They say in Wikipedia - authoritative source - that they were not opposed to progress, but feared hunger. We now love typewriters with their inked ribbons and the sound of their keys. We love mirrors, automata, microscopes. We joined our hearts with those of replicants who saw C-rays glow in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. We love washing machines, their short and eco programs; We love them like golden calves and dedicate an altar to them. We reserve hand washing in the river for Rosalía to sing in an Almodóvar movie. We would never give up penicillin or those injections, in a vitreous syringe, that left your leg stiff. "It is that they crystallize," the practitioners lamented while we,With heart murmurs or measles, we made our asses harder than rock. We wouldn't even give up those healing pains and yet ...

We would like to find an intermediate point between the neo-rural escape, the rediscovery of the threshing floor, the slippery pleasures of cleaning oneself with a song after defecating in the open air, the domestic kneading of bread, an intermediate point between these things and the speed of

that pass through walls and stomachs, dry eyes due to radiation from the screens, small robots that assist in homes for the elderly. They are not exclusive realities, but we are becoming fanatics of the plaster in front of the laser beam —or vice versa—, or we alternate it as if one could cleanse us of the other, or we eccentrically combine it, turning it into an oxymoron. Zoom and piggy bank. We would like to find an intermediate point, perhaps a synthesis, between listening to the band and the tubular vertigo of Spotify; between bartering and mandatory credit cards; between the savings books - "I come to update the book," our efficient grandmothers used to say - and the obligation to download zillion thousand applications —apps— for survival.An intermediate point between telecommuting spread like chapapote throughout all hours of the day and the machines to clock in the old offices with their killer coffee dispensers and their unpaid overtime. We denounce the exploitation of home delivery and the false autonomy of those who assemble the pieces of their own furniture. The speech recognition program does not recognize us and when we tell secrets, unusual microphones record us. Our mobile phone breaks down and we enter the customer service loop - we are massive clients, we don't want to think what would happen if we were small clients-; electricity and gas companies call us to rob us with a more domotic and supportive procedure; They sell us 300 gigabytes and we don't know what language we speak. We try to become literate and easy, but,Although the confinement ended, we remain inside a screen, prisoners of the flexibility of thick liquids, drowned in an imperfect future, losing a sense of humor and metaphorical language in the face of the abstruse precision of newspeak. We want to find an intermediate point between the tree house and the niche hotel, between abandoned bad weather and geolocation. And, with all due respect, we do not want to go live in the country. Nor combine hoe with wireless network. Electric poppy.between abandoned bad weather and geolocation. And, with all due respect, we do not want to go live in the country. Nor combine hoe with wireless network. Electric poppy.between abandoned bad weather and geolocation. And, with all due respect, we do not want to go live in the country. Nor combine hoe with wireless network. Electric poppy.