The trap.
It lasted an instant.
It was a deafening sound that broke the silence of the forest.
The trap of the hunter, leaving a trail of blood splattered among the leaves.
We move and bond many times driven by aesthetic attractions, by situations and elements empty of meaning that only satisfy our ego, our need for recognition and the false acceptance of others.
The metaphor of the trap works as we move in and out of artificial devices where we sometimes even consciously play and remain for a long time in their structures, forgetting or ignoring the real.
The real is our inner processes, the individual rhythms, what really seduces and disturbs us, when the body finally, even if only for a moment, manages to silence the mind.
The animal puts the body in the trap, what do we put?
