Without, seeds


A few nice good sex images I found:

Without seeds

Image by SpaceShoe [Learning to live with the crisis]

Walking on the old public market you find yourself in a space where a sense of loud public democracy prevails. The greek word for the market â€" agora” - has come to be connected with democracy. A space of open discussions, profits and interests. A space for different people to express their opinions and discuss. Of all kinds of people. Immigrants, poor people and old, but also younger. Students or housewives. Small time thieves. And some ladies from a higher class who have kept the tradition to participate on this everyday carnival.

All co-exist in this space and you can feel it that there is a sense of unity. This is not a supermarket. It is not just a space where you buy. What permits you to communicate with those people is your decision to be there and a common acceptance that there, it doesn’t matter how you look or who you are. More important is that you are there. And thus, conversations start between the most different people.

Loud conversations with passion, laughs that can be heard from a distance mix with music and the voice of an activist who is trying to collect signatures for some cause or another person’s effort to sell newspapers, the grocerer’s efforts to convince you to buy from him and not from another. This is agora.

In this agora I took photos. Of different people. One of those is this lady, deciding on which mandarins to choose. I talked to her. She was chubby but seemed strong. Her big hands were testing carefully by squeezing softly the mandarins and she was looking all over as if searching for someone.

She was choosing very carefully while the greengrocer was repeating that all my fruits are of excellent quality. She didn’t give enough notice to him and was speaking in a calm tone. She told me that nowadays you cannot easily find local mandarins. All seem to prefer clementines. For there are no seeds on these kind of mandarins.

The signs all over the market made evident that she was telling the truth. As in this photograph, the signs wrote “clementines / without seeds” â€" “mantarines / without seeds”. These signs where to be found wherever mandarins were sold.

Her talk made an impression to me. I stood silent and I heard her. At first she was focused to me, but then she looked around again as searching with her gaze for something or someone. When she turned for one more time, I took her photo. Of a lady in a world more and more of pleasures without seeds. It is becoming the rule, not the exception.

Safer pleasures. Sweeter pleasures. Better pleasures. Sex without human touch â€" cyber sex â€" no risk of attachment / coffee without caffeine â€" decaffeinated coffee â€" safer for our health / communication without the risk of responsibility / mass communication â€" no need to create a message, and its opposite and yet in so many ways similar, interactive communication of the digital era â€" no need to learn each other, we sell and buy ourselves, we are chosen or dismissed, through our projected qualities.

Less knowledge, more accumulation of information, more accumulation of qualities. But also violence that cannot be seen. Violence that leaves no signs on the human body - depression. Thus, beauty is to be measured and quantified. And getting old is becoming weaker, less attractive, less able to work, less flexible, less competitive. Less. We collect quantities of qualities but we keep on feeling empty.

This is the life without attachment: alienation. Others would call it a cynic’s life. But I choose to call it “real” life. A life of a realist â€" a man who sees all in positives and negatives, who separates and thus chooses to consume the positives and dispose all the negatives as if he knows: a life of controlled pleasures and punishments.

Without seeds

. And we chose a “seedless mandarin”. This is the world where the lady of the photo would be seen as someone not worthy enough. Not “successful”.

In this life without seeds, the “agora” persists. The “agora” is the fruit with seeds. Where people who usually are not be seen in the same space, except on the streets where they exchange distant and hasty gazes, communicate. They break the limits. When usually we exist as different realities. We just don’t mix.

The agora is the complex world where all co-exist. You accept the possible risks. You accept the bargain. The fact you are there is a small rebellion on the realm of the everyday life against the dominant “truths” about life and society. Where trust is not given, but won. And people still choose to be there. People who are not “plastic”. Real people. Who keep the hope alive, that seeds can be found of a new most necessary birth.





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