Ancestral, handed down, dreamed, obsessive, conditioning: Fear has a thousand faces and in 999 cases it is imaginary, not real; it has a single spectator-protagonist who identifies (passively) with It, in a paralyzing subjective without escape capable of strangling the breath. Once, to worry could be the one who seen from afar approached the inhabited center - a traveler, a stranger, a simple hungry dog perhaps mistaken for a wolf. If in ancient times the dog was an animal associated with divinity, Christianity made it a demon, and in Goethe's Faust, Mephistopheles hides behind the black dog. Many fears are linked to stories of the past or have been handed down by hearsay, but they are only legends or silly fantasies linked to popular folklore, superstitions and in some cases witchcraft. Then there are those who live inside fear, the panic fear, the fear of the unknown, of exposing oneself, which in the end is nothing more than the fear of life. Others encounter it often in dreams, in an agitated sleep in which they find themselves face to face with Death, enough to scream. In many other cases, fears remain secret, personal: true paranoia like that of having no escape route, of being trapped in a closed space, or of being buried alive, as Edgar Allan Poe tells in the pages of The Premature Burial. Then there's the fear of death that so grips us Westerners, but also more spectral suggestions featuring a gentleman with an equine foot: the devil (a small homage to Lord Byron known as The Lame Devil). A purely invented story by me. Last curiosity, the red painted cart wheel by the devil is a vision of a woman from a company of comedians, a little-remembered scene from Ingmar Bergman's The Seventh Seal. It struck me since the red cart wheel is a symbol that belongs to the Romani people, towards whom an ancient prejudice still persists, that of being child thieves.” But this is another fear, the worst one, dictated by ignorance.
Music: Stefano Giovannardi (STRUCTURE)
Video: Leonardo Laviano
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