What’s on your mind, asks Facebook.

Since you’re asked, oh dear, I’m pissed off. Not because of the rona, not because of the world. The world is doing just fine. I’m pissed off because I opened my heart and again someone trashed it lightly. I don’t know if I should just learn to let it go, to give in to a dimmed life, dimmed emotions, or… I don’t even know what anymore.
Some people are lazy, some other just afraid. Maybe I should just stop being afraid myself and let go. Let go of giving too much of a shit, too much of a fuck. Learning, finally, that love is just another responsibility to be dealt with, as anything else. What a tragedy, what a waste.
I’m tired and it’s a tiredness that comes from deep inside. Yet, I know that I’m better than all of this, better than getting carried away by trivialities, better than begging for crumbles.
I’m better than this, yet sometimes I feel so little I’d rather disappear.
Everything is to lose. What an irony. I guess I was careless of the only thing that matter: myself.

«That kid, Guy, he has a spark. He is a pure account man.»

«And what is that job all about?»

«I don’t know. It’s about listening to people and never saying what’s really on your mind.»

«No. It’s about letting things go so you can get what you want.»

Mad Men S03E06

La chimica è l’arte di separare, pesare e distinguere: sono tre esercizi utili anche a chi si accinge a descrivere fatti o a dare corpo alla propria fantasia.

 

Primo Levi (L‘altrui mestiere, 1985)

C’era qualcosa che volevo scrivere, ma non la ricordo più, l’ho persa. Dicono che quando accade è perché si stava per dire una bugia, come se la mente operasse una sua forma di rifiuto contro una cattiva abitudine.

La voglia di scrivere, l’ispirazione, mi coglie sempre nei momenti più imprevisti ed inopportuni, come un’erezione in un ascensore affollato. Allora ho l’istinto di prendere il telefono e scrivere per ore. Scrivo nei club, nei bagni dei bar, insomma in tutti i posti dove vado ad ubriacarmi. Il nesso è ovvio, ma sono troppo sobrio adesso per trovare le parole giuste per spiegarmi.

I was determined to have done with conjecture and discover the truth, even if, a I imagined it would, the truth proved incomprehensible.

– Stanisław Lem (Solaris, 1961)

L’univerbazione è il processo che nella grafia unisce due parole, in origine separate, in un’unica parola:

pomo d’oro > pomodoro
franco bollo > francobollo

Può comportare il raddoppiamento sintattico della consonante iniziale del secondo elemento:

sopra + tutto > soprattutto

Spesso la grafia separata e quella univerbata convivono nell’uso contemporaneo:

innanzi tutto > innanzitutto

La tendenza è quella a unire le due parole quando il valore dei singoli elementi non è più percepito in maniera netta e distinta:

non ostante (in origine, participio presente di ostare) > nonostante

Ma, non essendoci una regola generale, per ogni dubbio è necessaria la consultazione del vocabolario.

Nel frattempo, in Germania:

PAROLA DEL GIORNO [DE]: Zusammengehörigkeitsgefühl (sentimento di unione, solidarietà)

The opposite of depression isn’t happiness, it’s vitality.

– Andrew Solomon

When you’re feeling depressed, you might feel like there’s a veil between you and the world, but you might also feel that another veil has been lifted: that veil of foolish happiness that makes anyone else look away from the depressive nature of reality to try to stay “sane”.

What we are expressing is not illness, but insight. It our awareness that causes our concern. What’s really extraordinary is that most of us do know about those big existential questions about life, yet they don’t distract the people around us very much.

In facts, you break out of depression when you choose to ignore the inherent lack of meaning in everything.

The faculty of voluntarily bringing back a wandering attention, over and over again, is the very root of judgment, character, and will.

– William James