Pour les Chiens #1

Humanity has always loved to walk by the riverside of history, every single person in the illusion or hope to affect its course and regime, whether is heading up to the source or heading out to the sea. Fragile boats have sailed on it. Glances have always tried to stare at the sea, mouths have strongly declared its existence, limbs have hurried to reach it and have had a rest to waiting for it. Civitas Dei, the City of God, even after being secularized into Civitas Terrena, the City of Man, unattainable as well, has always been the horizon to stage life’s drama. When utopia has became uchronie, when it was born the acknowledgment that the coming of the no-place will never be, it was the dusk of the end and the dusk of the end of history. The waters of the history river will run eternally, and humanity will not longer be up to a marginal role, and not even to a central one, but to the role of a little fish. The horizon of the expectations is reduced to the Here and Now, the mankind is alone on the stage because there is no more scene or drama, and humanity is finally abandoned to the waters, free at last.