Moving…
Now that I am moving.
Now.
That I am finding ancient things.
Special things.
That have been forgotten.
For long.
I hear opinions.
Patrimonial opinions.
”…You can sell those objects…”
”They can have some money value…”
”Sell those things…”
Not.
People don’t understand.
Things have some money value in a supermarket.
Or in a trading place.
But, this is not the issue here.
Not in my view.
Things sometimes have not only an history.
They have a value, just right in the eyes of someone who has some respect
for the laborious craft
for the dedication.
Dedication long gone.
For now, automation has taken the place
of the artisans.
The people that loved their work.
Now, robots do much of the work.
Is more efficient.
More cold.
Profitable.
And there, you know,
I paint a lot of robots…
Admiringly…
Of the technology, of course.
Not really for what it means for us…
Human slaves anyway…