Hey body, yes body! Soul is out now and can shout for a few minutes!
This is Soul speaking, an Idiot soul of a body. No matter what body, no matter what nation, no matter what sex. More oppressive chains than prejudice are colour, sex and social class. The soul cries out: I am a survivor, I am alive.
Soul of a body bordering on madness, a docile ordinary madness, madness communis, unfortunately not extreme, but not channeled. A soul judged unfit, that if it spoke, would classify its body as psychopathic and insane.
A soul that only tries to follow the movements of a wretched body that in turn tries to follow the stream of homologation. And the sad thing is that this is done out of laziness.
A body that is careful not to cross the eyes of others, because if the eyes are not the soul, then the eyes are the closest access to the soul.
It happens that sometimes the body is distracted and the soul succeeds in reuniting with another soul – this is what Soul believes and what she likes to fantasise about – then the body has to work very hard to convince Soul that on the other side there is only a human being obedient to his duty as a human being and not another chained soul.
But what is the overall aim of this narrative, this stream of consciousness? Soul wants to vomit out as much toxic material as possible, it is a kind of maieutic exercise, but also one of purification and regeneration, an exercise in rediscovering beauty, but also propaedeutic to a reception of sharing.
Every time, even in a shared state of drunkenness, Soul has tried to engage in a discourse whose mere mention or bringing up of ordinary life’s shitty pillars, which it accepts as unhinged, on which our society is based, Soul gets in response three kinds of reaction:
1) This body is drunk and wandering, so I treat it with the same sufficiency,
2) The typical behaviour of someone who thinks I am flirting with it (which varies according to the type of interest in my body).
3) This soul is crazy and therefore runs away at the first opportunity — or maybe it runs away because it is a soul without control?
Then probably yes, Soul is probably an out-of-control soul that this body gives too much space to, or it is simply rotten and worm-eaten.
Sometimes that happens! This body is cooperative and even does things that Soul suggests to it, sometimes, not so long ago it happened… another Soul responded – and mind you, it’s not about sex, love or anything else – but explicitly shouted that Soul was the first Soul to release her.
Since then, Soul has implemented a protocol that allows her to break through the body’s censorship filter and insert a few words into a few sentences that make her presence felt.
These things are invisible to most of us, but it also begins to make Soul aware of the existence of other imprisoned souls.
Oh fuck, Soul, you are not alone! Soul has found another soul; she has found 100, 1000 other souls and they are all ready to scream.