It’s the last day of the begin. Until today was january, we were beginnning, all could be different, and better. Tomorrow there is no begin left. Tomorrow we are full in 2021, for good or for bad. Tomorrow took away the shine of new, that thin shine of new that Biden manage on himself. Tomorrow we will know that Trump is still out there, that Rutte will be loved for long a many years more, than Chavismos, Peronismos and their many incarnations will keep on ruling the despair of my continent, as much as there will be vaccines but no end for COVID19. Today is the last day of the start, tomorrow we are back, in the race were we have always been.
So it is as good day as any other one too start anew, a last chance to reinvent, to disinvest and continue, to go on. I am writing at 2300, at this liminal time between sunset and night where the death and the living cross paths, all between reinvention and continuation. I have got less than one hour to close this column, to paste it in WordPress, to put links in twitter. I am change incarnated.
My people, as you might know, are the changers and the adventurers, the migrants and the explorers. Europeans in search of anything better, landed in cursed Argentina. My parents drifted north to Venezuela and I drifted back to Europe. The circle has closed, and is about to open. My people comes from the left, and we want to change the world. We have changed it, many times. So I have learn that each of those changes have been so that all remains the same. I have seen revolutions from the left and from the right, all promising the new and all delivering the same. So today, at the light of the end of the beginning, at the threshold of the continuation I promise no change whatsoever. To betray my origins and to stay put, to unmask the quacks and the false, I promise no change no more.
I promise my feet on the ground and my keyboard on the face of whoever promises revolution. Let us all, for once, look at our feet instead of two kilometers in the future. Let’s look at this ground of us, at this fucking ground cero that bears us right here and right now. That ground that will be there for as long as you look at it, and then some. So tell me then: What are you going to do for this ground of you, this ground of us?
What are you going to do?
I’ll see you tomorrow.