Sarà stato due settimane fa, mi pare. Era sera. Ero solo in casa.
Avevo messo su Radiazioni BX: distruzione uomo , un filmone anni cinquanta in bianco e nero dove un tizio rimpicciolisce giorno per giorno, non si sa perché, forse una nube radioattiva, chissà.
Ma io, viziato dai montaggi frenetici degli anni novanta e duemila, dopo una mezz'oretta stavo rischiando l'abbiocco. E ho cambiato canale. Sono finito come un pollo dentro Il Grande Fratello.
Era the evening of the elimination of Matthew, or maybe it was Max, or Peter, do not remember. The fact is that he once arrived in the study by Ventura and relatives and a whole bunch of characters, has met the other eliminated Big Brother and said something amazing: "You have all become beautiful."
I've watched them well and I saw this gallery of television shows, passed under the hands of hairdressers, stylists, makeup artists, psychologists, writers, directors.
And I was afraid.
I got up running. I went to the mirror.
And from afar, in the shadow of the bathroom, I saw my face.
But it was not my face. It was the face of Norma Smith of Big Brother .
And I screamed, I screamed and I touched his face, but nothing came out.
I had no hands. I did not even breath. I swear.
Ten seconds of terror. Until the iPhone is ringing.
was not anyone, but I woke up.
I was still on my film, and the hero was now smaller than a mouse, and the family cat's hunted.
I forced myself to stay awake until the end, but even before the poor man to become as small as an insect and his new enemy had a pet spider (in his eyes as big as an SUV) I fell asleep again.
I dreamed that the Martians came.
And in this dream I immediately realized something important: the Martians are like us, but green. And they have
graphics, among them. So I with aliens I started working on a project, a publicity campaign for a new energy drink.
The problem was that they were a team and I was alone. That is, even this was not the problem. Apart
that designers and advertisers Martians practically can not lie about anything, which makes their ads substantially different from ours, the Martians are so fast that while I was still scribbling ideas on paper, they were already laying out the final by InDesign (which they know very well, unlike me). And I found myself alone in concluding an ad with only a few minutes dalla scadenza. Un incubo.
C'era sul monitor del mio Mac un gigantesco countdown inquietante come quello del bunker di Lost e mancavano pochi secondi e io stavo ancora cercando di raccapezzarmi con le millemila palette di InDesign, quando è suonato ancora l'iPhone.
Mi sono svegliato. E al telefono non c'era nessuno. Forse era un marziano.
Il film stava finendo.
E il protagonista aveva appena capito che il processo di rimpicciolimento non si sarebbe più fermato, e si sarebbe rimpicciolito a tal punto da perdersi nell'infinitamente piccolo.
I was still on my film, and the hero was now smaller than a mouse, and the family cat's hunted.
I forced myself to stay awake until the end, but even before the poor man to become as small as an insect and his new enemy had a pet spider (in his eyes as big as an SUV) I fell asleep again.
I dreamed that the Martians came.
And in this dream I immediately realized something important: the Martians are like us, but green. And they have
graphics, among them. So I with aliens I started working on a project, a publicity campaign for a new energy drink.
The problem was that they were a team and I was alone. That is, even this was not the problem. Apart
that designers and advertisers Martians practically can not lie about anything, which makes their ads substantially different from ours, the Martians are so fast that while I was still scribbling ideas on paper, they were already laying out the final by InDesign (which they know very well, unlike me). And I found myself alone in concluding an ad with only a few minutes dalla scadenza. Un incubo.
C'era sul monitor del mio Mac un gigantesco countdown inquietante come quello del bunker di Lost e mancavano pochi secondi e io stavo ancora cercando di raccapezzarmi con le millemila palette di InDesign, quando è suonato ancora l'iPhone.
Mi sono svegliato. E al telefono non c'era nessuno. Forse era un marziano.
Il film stava finendo.
E il protagonista aveva appena capito che il processo di rimpicciolimento non si sarebbe più fermato, e si sarebbe rimpicciolito a tal punto da perdersi nell'infinitamente piccolo.
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