I am increasingly bothered by the fact that any piece of media that comes out is already old in less than 24 hours. Everybody feels the urge to have a strong take, to dissect it and analyze it. In doing so, we lose the ability to let a piece of media filter through our minds and become part of us.

In one of my earliest memories, on a warm sunny morning, I am in my school backyard with my teachers and schoolmates. Something catch my attention. On a sidewalk, I see a small, motionless lizard. Maybe it is injured, or perhaps it is already dead (it is in the nature of childhood memories to be uncertain). What I know is that I bend over it in awe: “There is a lizard!” I say to my friends with the typical enthusiasm for the small things of a six-year-old.