Physical pain.

Most people avoid it, living their existence in an inner dimension, and their body is observed through external appearances. The tools for self-awareness are those of appearance; the reflection in the eyes of others is necessary to ensure the social recognition that everyone needs, to varying degrees.

In borderline personality disorder, the individual lives in a dimension where self-perception is distorted and unstable.

One of the most common symptoms is characterized by experiencing a sense of emptiness, a sort of black hole that becomes a refuge from suffering, but at the same time intensifies the pain felt. In this framework of emotional confusion, self-harming behaviors are frequent, and sometimes, in a much higher percentage than the rest of the population, it leads to suicide.

"Crimes of the Future" describe and abstract—almost decontextualizing—this process of instability so well that they manage to separate physical pain and emotional suffering into two distinct phases, although they have the same origin at their core, the psyche. The search for physical pain is spasmodic, while emotional suffering is longed for.

Emotional pain is somatized until the psyche generates new organs (tumors with unknown functions) inside us. These tumors can be removed through surgeries, without anesthesia and without medical personnel, using machines that evoke the imagery of the most classic Cronenberg.

The physical pain felt during such surgeries replaces sexuality because social relationships are now based on exchanges with sadomasochistic traits. Those who feel pain and those who inflict pain are personalities connected by ambiguous ties but ultimately related to intimacy, yet in an exchange difficult to accept due to its metaphorically realistic essence. And this is the new sexuality of the future, one of the crimes, spectacularized like a fuck on OnlyFans.

Love lies only in emotional suffering. Sharing emotional suffering is the last glimmer of humanity we have left.

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