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Rating: In the beginning, there were a birthday cake, some small pizzas, and childlike smiles printed on faces. A snapshot that rendered the bright colors of a world made of innocence and carefreeness. Then the first skinned knees, the first moral slaps, and the road to the age of awareness quickly speeds downhill.
Black and white. A car turned on its side that seems to have been abandoned in a rural area or perhaps it's the lot of a scrapyard. It's no longer aligned on the asphalt, but it's not entirely overturned either. It gives the idea of a sense of instability. Whether it is destined to be resolved positively will also depend on the driver. The sedan might flip over and become a pile of scrap metal or return with all four wheels on the ground.
Material goods as a metaphor to analyze the sense of finitude and precariousness of people and their emotions. Becoming aware of reality for a deep reflection on the sense of pain and loss. Of a loved one, a friend, oneself, the meaning of living. Today's society, in its underbellies, hides dark feelings like never before. Anxiety, loneliness, depression are on the rise. Emotions that are difficult to confess, not easy to decipher. Western social welfare, with the victory of materialism and unbridled hedonism, where many are left behind. A society of forgotten, secluded, silent minorities. But there are no real successes and failures. It's you who appropriates these categories and decides what goes on one list and what on the other. You can try to change and be a better version of yourself. And it's always better to go off track, fall, and gain experience than to sacrifice yourself on the altar of immobility.
The self exists because after having reached awareness, it experiences pain, only then does it have proof of being something more than a mere animal.
It's up to us to process it and draw new energies after having sunk into the depths of the unconscious. Break the space-time loop, fighting first and foremost for ourselves by trying to see things from new and more privileged perspectives.
The ease with which the Quercia can do harm is impressive. You'll think that chorus that came out with all the possible pathos from Luca's throat was written by you. You just needed to find someone to shout it in your place.
The indie and acoustic frills of the debut EP have been blown away, the sound becomes powerful and dark. It feels like being in the middle of a storm at the mercy of the waves, only in reality, these exist only inside the head. And then you need to find an anchor from which to analyze the situation and govern our fears to face them. Learning to see in the dark and not fearing it is a challenge that will need to be renewed day by day.
The Sardinians take an X-ray of the human soul's skeleton, deconstructing thoughts and sounds, delivering a collage of often bitter images. They destabilize, yet at the same time leave room to sew up the cuts and start over again tomorrow. Burning in the inferno, purifying to then begin the ascent. The same hell that could burn, in its own rooms, those who do not understand it.
Be masters of the mind and your own destiny. It won't be an easy challenge in the face of the fascinations of nihilism and destructive chaos.
Every dawn will mark the beginning of a new chapter of the battle fought on the horizon line between your life and that of everyone else. The marks will be visible even on the body, but the end is not the end. One day perhaps the reassuring days of calm will come.
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