{tag=Essays by Ciro Santilli}

Once upon a time in the 2010's, <Ciro Santilli> went to an artsy theatre venue in the suburbia of <Paris>, dragged by his <Ciro Santilli's wife>[wife then girlfriend] of course.

In the venue, there was a politician, who was doing his best to show how much they supported the arts, and there were of course the artists, involved in the play.

The politician would see a political power score on top of every person's head, and would spend an amount of time talking to each person exactly proportional to that score. This meant basically one sentence to us. The words themselves didn't really matter of course, only the time spent, they just have to produce nice sounds.

One of the artists however, and he seemed quite important in the production, for some reason spent a huge amount of time speaking to us. The score the artist saw on our heads was of love, or how interested we were in the art.


The artist and the politician

ID: the-artist-and-the-politician