The Monochrome Experience: Claim

For once, protesters without visible text like a silent film with no synchronized recorded sound. Pure beauty where the message is omitted, and we only see the action. Photography allows us to disrupt reality from time to time*.

(*) Photographs taken before the coronavirus pandemic

The Monochrome Experience: Humans And Ants

There are 7,8 billion humans on the planet today. Check out the exact number here. Ants alive on Earth at any given time exceed 10,000 trillions. We swarm with ants war and colonial ambition, but ants are in the pinnacle of social evolution*.

(*) Photographs taken before the coronavirus pandemic.

The Monochrome Experience: Reality

Definition of reality:
1: The quality or state of being real.
2: A real event, entity, or state of affairs his dream became a reality.

a: The totality of real things and events trying to escape from reality.
b: Something that is neither derivative nor dependent but exists necessarily.

We use reality to refer to real things or the real nature of things rather than imagined, invented, or theoretical ideas*.

(*) Photographs taken before the coronavirus pandemic

The Monochrome Experience: The Mandela Effect

How can millions of people distinctly remember something that never happened?

It is quite logical that the Mandela Effect increases exponentially in the near future due mainly to the cocktail of information that surrounds us. Some believers in conspiracy theory may think that the ME is a System Error. The matrix of the system produces the ME because is incapable of governing a chaotic system in a stable and scalable order (Lagrangians, variational principles, physical symmetries, etc.). But I emphasize that complexity is almost unbounded. ME will give us work to do for many centuries more. That might also apply to the foundations of quantum physics, and its relation to complexity*.

(*) Photographs taken before the coronavirus pandemic

The Monochrome Experience: Dadaist Gadget

A pleasant surprise: a woman with a cat in a transparent backpack roamed quietly through the old town. Tristan Tzara would have drooped with envy: it is an amazing dadaist gadget! And the poet will share again agglomerations of obscure images, nonsense syllables, outrageous juxtapositions, ellipses, and inscrutable maxims… the primal seat of creativity, the point where the naked word reveals the truth about the world. Maybe then Marcel Duchamp would have signed it, too. The cello with wheels and the man with the invisible leg are the usual: many want to see what’s behind the Dada’s door*.

(*) Photographs taken before the coronavirus pandemic