A billion years ago I wrote a story (now illegible), entitled "When Dante wrote La Gioconda" set in a future reality iperfunzionale who has forgotten culture, nature, social relations. The protagonist is a college student in the evening before the examination is lost in the countryside adjacent to the city and it turns out to look for the first time a starry sky. By its nature, no longer observing the sky because you've already seen. But the obvious leads to forgetfulness.
For me, the banality is the touch and the obvious make new policy.
The blue sky, the water of a river, the contact of skin. Giving things for granted you forget them, or better, you lose the feeling that they make available.
I made this conversation a few years ago, when I read articles Lombard mothers carrying their children in their campaign to show that chickens are animals and that coscettine not born in the foam in the supermarket, or a nutritionist who explained that the taste of the fruits received from our children is associated to the surrogate chemical compounds rather than that of tomatoes detached from the trees, or an engineer who found that adolescents recognize the sound an MP3 better than an uncompressed format so accustomed to a certain type of frequencies.
Well, for me, the banality is the discovery of life at baseline.
Trivia does not mean to stop at the simple things, but using these to understand and change.
