Floating head

My head floats. Since this pandemic thing started my head floats. He travels here and there, observing, analyzing, trying to understand, and he understands nothing.
Capturing a portrait has for me a great challenge that I have taken very seriously, always proposing to reflect great things in the gaze of the portrayed.
This floating head is mine, it is yours, it is that wandering spirit that does not understand, that analyzes from above, that goes out of its way to understand, that asks itself many questions, that finds few answers, and that seeks, always seeks, some type of explanation.
And in that eternal search time passes, a time that does not exist, that is not measured, that cannot be put inside a clock and that never passes.
This thing about the pandemic, as I call it, is misunderstanding itself, the absurd behavior of human beings, which like a laboratory rat runs through its cage without going anywhere, without finding peace, without understanding, without finding explanations.
The human does not understand, he is in shock, he cannot do anything to get out of there, he does not know how to collaborate, how to be useful, how to be part of some solution, and remains, in a floating way, as part of the problem.
And in that contemplation life goes away, unable to understand, to do, to solve and to explain. He loses the ability to act, he remains floating, almost motionless, at the mercy of the wind and the circumstances, which take him here and there, observing, analyzing, visualizing, without understanding, without solving anything, just being.
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