105 a few footnotes «If art still exists, it is where we least expect to find it», wrote Robert Musil in his unfinished masterpiece The man without qualities. Where we least expect to find it. So, par excellence, in invisibility. But a change of imagination is needed, to get out alive of the dictatorship of the image. Wanting to disappear means abandoning an altered kind of visible, in order to finally be able to dedicate oneself to a real kind of invisible. An invisible holding the poetry of clandestinity, of multiformity, of non-counterfeited humanity, even if it wore a mask, because it would be equivalent to the alienating tenderness proper to the freak. An authentic tale always hides in the folds, thus unfolding between the stories, both of subjects and of objects. In the words of Francesca Alfano Miglietti, «The power of art lies in the game, in an antagonistic way to that of spectacularization: spectacle ostentatiously shows, art hides, and by hiding it does not reveal, by hiding art reveals what has been hidden by the spectacle. Spectacle elevates the normal to supernatural, spectacle creates distance between man and experience, spectacle decrees the absolute validity of the highway. To say that art in general does quite the opposite is not exact: art works in terms of antagonistic contrast only when it creates a concrete improbability, based on reality, not on fiction. Viewed in these terms, the work becomes a living thing. Works that do not create illusion: they create vision». Choosing to become invisible, to devote themselves to seeing the invisible, involves a change of view the more necessary the more one chooses art, and not spectacle. The real, not the virtual. The human. And so, I decided to disappear. Are you sure you want to permanently delete your account? *Confirm*
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