Black heat
It’s the third day of 40 degrees C in the shade and the color of heat has turned to black. I’m riding my bicycle through the city as usual and I feel surrounded by asphalt vapors, by the wall of dust and hot air. As I cycle, I feel like the heat has raised from the road, and has taken the color of the melting asphalt. It hits me like a wall of boiling water and I choke as it forces my way into my lungs leaving a rugged, scorched sensation. Around me, people are either enjoying or dreaming of car air conditioning but none of them seem to understand the direct correlation of the heat outside and the gasoline they are burning while the car perspires more dust and burning air. The color of heat is now black in Bucharest as the heat is made of hot asphalt and burned fuel.
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Intr-adevar, inconstienta oamenilor este uimitoare: nu vedem decat imediatul, nu gandim pe termen mediu-lung; nu ne oprim sa analizam consecintele pe care le pot avea actiunile noastre si ne plasam binele personal la nivel material imediat si individual. In Romania, lucrurile astea sunt mai accentuate decat in alte parti, pentru ca am sarit niste etape, ne-am trezit in consumism fara sa traversam fazele care presupuneau o intelegere a mecanismului lui, o obisnuire naturala cu el si, prin urmare, o optiune "raisonnée" in fata lui. Consumismul din Romania de azi mi se pare o monstruozitate.