Giorgia Greco, Italiana, Politecnico di Torino
Luigi Borghetti, Italiana, Politecnico di Torino
“Would you live with me forever?”
At those words, my breath broke. Around us, the waves of the ocean broke gently. I still remember the earthy color of his shirt blending into the shades of the sand.
My husband left us three months ago. I taught my daughter that some feelings go beyond the physical presence. The material attachment is part of an obsolete culture with roots in a time when the virtual reality was not even conceived. I still wonder how they lived, in the past, when society was chained to the tangible value of things. To places. To objects. To bodies.
People don’t stop loving each other when their organic functions cease to live. Lifetime is only a biological issue. Don’t you know that death doesn’t exist until a memory is still alive?
The clock shape is funny, marketing agents know how to do it.
A clock that extends your loved one’s time.
A clock that allows you to collect moments with him and then relive them when nostalgia scrapes your throat.
A clock that transcends the constraints of time and transports you to an infinite heterotopy, when you want it.
Now, sorry, but I really want to feel Jack again.
2093, May 20