CD
Double face.
1998-09-01

CD

If cd where to mean compact disc this first attribution would be contradictory. But one could also think, with great ease, of the corps diplomatique, and then the double face would become the generator of compatible or even desirable meanings or suggestions.

Admitting that this is always a pretext, we may, even so, try out the second hypothesis. That which is, after all, inevitably, linked to an idea of elegance of behaviour (dress sense, manner and a certain, almost always superfluous, savoir faire). In a word, chic. But and this is the interesting aspect, this image forces us relentlessly towards a different side of meanings which has to do with occult existences and with possibly State secrets, even at a time in which power, unhappy and fortunately, has serious difficulties in hiding things. Which does not mean that 1 like journalists, although 1 recognize their usefulness.

We know, on the other hand, that at the record company meeting nothing went really well and that the author of the song even called it paint a vulgar picture, which is somewhat elucidating (cf. The Smiths - Strangeways here we come).

The warehouse with CD-ROMs are also complaining, they are overstocked and no one will touch them.

A movement of the lips which is not understood and a gaze which stares at me as the mark of a paradoxical encounter also seemed to me to be inappropriate to the circumstances for closely studying the Double of D.. In any case it would be double-face and my weak capacity to resist such obvious things is widely known.

A short while ago, during a strange night which 1 don remember, someone, at a party or just in a dream, whispered into my ear: cd.

I then set out to find the author and its meaning, through friends, those 1 have known, those who are indifferent to me and even those who have died.

They all respond to my concern with the obvious (which always attracts me, as I have already mentioned), with the strange and the occult (which I almost always distrust) and with other types of associations, which, out of shyness and boldness, I cannot repeat.

When I began to gather up and write the details of this little incident, I looked, I don't have the slightest idea why, a little more carefully at my computer keyboard, and the answer to my doubt stood out, as if an alien will were freely guiding my understanding and gaze: CARTAGO DELETE.

Marcos Porcios Cato. I hope to return soon.