Hera Piadosa

Camera in hand, or without it, we always construct the fantasy that allows us to love. In spite of everything we continue to want a direct relationship, a one-on-one without intervening screens. We long for animal vision, to look and not know what we see. We try to undo the connections between stimulus and understanding to allow an encounter there, of what we have here. But, can there be a greater love than to fuck while you name fashion brands with a childlike voice? I know that love only appears through representation and when it is directly unrecognizable. There is no possible encounter, there is no sexual relationship. Darlings: it would be better for us to learn to love the screen. (MU)