Messing with ghosts V

It was in Mexico, 1996, that artist Armando Alanis Pulido first started to paint black handwritten poetry fragments on white public walls, signing simply with the words acción poética. It was an advertisement for alphabetization, an invitation to read and a tribute to muralismo. The act became an inspiring citizens' movement, collectively responding to catastrophes of the city and of the soul. A gesture of civilization.

Before all the fucking apps, 

honey,

there was already an inner compass.

Vor all den Scheiß-Apps,

 Schatz,

gab's schon 'nen inneren Kompass.

Antes de todas as aplicações de merda,

 querido,

já havia uma bússola interior.

It has been said about migratory birds that various internal compass systems help them orient themselves through long distance courses. I have no idea how exact this statement is... and I haven‘t seen many of those staying over for a while this gleamy year. But I really wonder if the same inner technology applies to people’s continuous movements, regardless of the area covered. The more organic the way most humans repeat some gestures, the less they seem to know how to find any other direction.

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