Cold Reflections

Similar to the conception and birth of a human, this book, entirely written on the phone, absorbed the essence of 9 months. Every evening, unfiltered thoughts underwent successive transformations until they possessed, in a purely subjective vision, the merit of being written and organized into coherent ideas. The openness of the exposition is overwhelming, and the effort put into crafting each sentence, each paragraph, and each chapter often generated deep periods of introspection, which sometimes required procrastination in reorganizing the chaotic flow of old or new thoughts. The protagonist of this stack of controlled expirations of consciousness, reason, and emotion is humanity, analyzed with the rigor and severity of an auditor who has imposed not to spare the individual, observing with the specific coldness of lucidity the flaws in human nature, both the easily detectable and the most obscure. At times, a few means of healing the spirit can be identified, suffocated by its native imperfection, but these are only episodic anti-inflammatories, their effect crushed by the confidence with which the essence of humanity subversively besieges the beneficial sparks in humans. It is a constant, intrinsic struggle, and the sporadic victories cannot undermine the dominance of human nature. With measured steps, humanity's journey through the arduous paths of life is harshly immortalized in the avalanches of words trapped between the covers. This creation is not an ode to the apex of the food chain. Still, it is undoubtedly a revealing X-ray of humanity, in which, beyond clothing, status or image, the dark corners of the spirit can be noticed in its honest nudity. This factor drives beings to subterfuge meant to deceive the self; in most cases, the reality is horrifying.