Attese da Sole

oracle room, filled with books closed, where the responses are ready to be picked. It's time for change. Each one carries away a strip of paper and an encounter with a phrase or keyword, as if they were oracles, who expects answers by fate. Words to disconnect, short phrases, collected from the look, now suspended in a network. Out of context, the words cut from fashion magazines become a lapidary phrase, as if they came from the mouths of pagan prophetesses, from Pythia or Cassandra. Networks is galvanizing a new relationship, created by the case for half and half from the meeting between the words chosen by Clara and the hands of the users that they will carry. The words serve as support mechanisms for those who are waiting for responses, helping to move something in the face of destiny, always there waiting for the arrival of someone who wishes to question the time has not come yet.
MAURO ZANCHI