"Hey kids, rock and roll.
Nobody tells you where to go, baby".
(Drive -Automatic For The People, REM)
Fue escuchando a REM (Green, Out Of Time, Automatic For The People), hace mucho tiempo, una de las primeras veces que intuí que debía ir pensando en construirme algo más que una casa de madera en lo alto de un árbol como Calvin (& Hobbes). O quizá comer muchos más cereales de los que mi cuerpo pudiera digerir para acelerar prodigiosamente la llegada del sombrero de hélice que regalaban con la compra de 10 paquetes. Salir despedido como un hombre bala y caer sobre nubes de látex. Conjugar con solvencia innata La Teoría de los Universos Paralelos de Hugh Everett sin saber una palabra de mecánica cuántica. Sentir una relajante y profunda extranjería al comprar aguacate y yuca en la frutería de mi barrio. Encontrar una canción que hablara de mí sin el sopor de protagonizarla. O cavar un túnel para atravesar por debajo la frontera hacia cualquier país idealizado como hicieron las ballenas ancestrales en California. Y aquí suspiré. Y sin duda establecí una conexión trascendental que entonces no entendí pero que en el futuro me resultó transparente y un alivio a pesar de saber que a mucha gente no le gustaría jamás ese registro de mi comportamiento: la mayoría de las ballenas no pueden nadar hacia atrás.
It was listening to REM (Green, Out Of Time, Automatic For The People), long time ago, one of the first times I had the feeling that I should start thinking about something else apart from building up a wood house on a tree like Calvin (& Hobbes). Or maybe eating many more cereals than my body could digest in order to incredibly speed up the arrival of the propeller beanie that was included when you bought 10 packs. Shooting off like a cannon-ball landing over clouds of latex. To conjugate, inborn but perfectly, The Parellel Universes Theory by Hugh Everett without knowing anything about quantum mechanics. Feeling a relaxing and deep sence of being a foreigner while buying yucca and avocado in the neighborhood greengrocer's. To find a song that is about me but I’m not the boring leading role. Or digging a hole to cross the border to any idealized country like ancient whales did in California. And just here I sighed. An set up a significant connection that couldn’t understand then but in the future it was clear to me and a relieve even though I knew many people would never like this side of my behavior: most whales can’t swim backwards.
It was listening to REM (Green, Out Of Time, Automatic For The People), long time ago, one of the first times I had the feeling that I should start thinking about something else apart from building up a wood house on a tree like Calvin (& Hobbes). Or maybe eating many more cereals than my body could digest in order to incredibly speed up the arrival of the propeller beanie that was included when you bought 10 packs. Shooting off like a cannon-ball landing over clouds of latex. To conjugate, inborn but perfectly, The Parellel Universes Theory by Hugh Everett without knowing anything about quantum mechanics. Feeling a relaxing and deep sence of being a foreigner while buying yucca and avocado in the neighborhood greengrocer's. To find a song that is about me but I’m not the boring leading role. Or digging a hole to cross the border to any idealized country like ancient whales did in California. And just here I sighed. An set up a significant connection that couldn’t understand then but in the future it was clear to me and a relieve even though I knew many people would never like this side of my behavior: most whales can’t swim backwards.
