MR. X (GETS TENSE)
This is the title of a Peter Hammil Song, however it refers also to a comic book character which I very much appreciate, inspired by which I´ve created my own character, named ´Bizarro Man´. It´s in my zines, one day I´ll publish a page or two here.
However, it´s good to bear in my mind that in this side of the looking glass, i.e., the Real World, Inc. , as Philip K. Dick would probably put it, things are a slightly little different. Or a hell of a lot different, such as it is!
Confused? I´ll explain. I´m writing from Brazil, and there are lots of Mr. X´s out there, which do not have a name, a profession, a future, but only a statistical number in sociological papers. These X´s don´t think, they just mechanicaly respond to any given stimuli. Such as voting for president. I mean, if everybody´s happy with a ´family support´ given by the government, which doesn´t amount to much but it keeps at least one rice, one bean and the gods know what else in the plates, so that´s all right, ma! (I´m only bleeding, but what the hell...!!!). Yeah, let´s reelect the guy!
They´re getting tense, yet are completely unaware of it. They don´t live in Radiant City, nor their hometowns have any glow whatsoever, and they´d probably didn´t understand a word of what it is at Mr. X´s magazines. Yet they suffer, and they get tense, and they starve, and get sick and die, and yet our politicians are playing Justice, Inc. with themselves, freeing gilty people´s asses from the gallows, just read the international news on your local paper, O not brazilian readers of this humble ´matrixised´ blog.
Better not bore you to death with this first entry. So go on and read the comics Mr. X, even if you don´t enjoy the media, there are lots to be discovered there. Or, if you don´t want to bother with comics, please take note of what´s happening in this country, even if it means just getting a trifle tense with some absurds that take place here, oh, I´ve seen things you people wouldn´t believe. All these moments will be lost, in time...bla, bla, bla, but unfortunately this is no replicant Roy Batty writing, it´s real flesh and blood, that pains, bleeds and gets tense.
No need to say no more...
