Sometimes, we just stay in front of a mirror, completely naked, and look at ourselves.
There is a plethora of metaphors that can and will be used in this scenario, but today I wish we could just take a close look at one of them, and try to figure anything constructive out of it, try to see something of ourselves inside this little piece of 0 and 1 that is this book, and maybe, in the matrix theory, is everything in our actual reality.
When I see my image naked in the mirror, there is a thing I think.
"So, that's what I look like, when I'm not under a crust of clothes. That is what I would show the one I would sleep with, confiding this image of vulnerability and physical sincerity, without hiding anything under a protective layer that I'm legally obligated to wear in public."
And looking at it, made me realize a certain thing. Animals don't use clothes.
And surely someone super smart can point that some animals use other methods to hide their skins from the external factors blablabla. And I here kindly ask those smart people to gently shut up a bit and read me rumbling about lions, clothes, freedom and other stuff that just happens to pop-up in my mind. That's what this book is all about to be honest.
The point to be seem is: Animals don't have shame of their genitals, nor of their bodies, nor of their habits, nor of anything. They just exist. They are the most unadulterated form of freedom I can imagine. Maybe that's the why we (OK maybe just me and a select few) like reading about reincarnating as animals. And that too can explain why some people hate when the MC of said genders of books try to reintegrate with mankind. They like the freedom.
The freedom of not having to worry about paying taxes, about waking at the right hour to go work, about the polution and politics (equally toxic if you ask me) and basically abandoning humanity once and for all. Maybe this need of freedom come from inside, of the feeling of not fitting in this disturbed and obsessed society, or of the feeling of having too much pressure and responsibility. Be it whatever it is.
When I picture the image of a Lion, (thing I've been doing a lot because of my other books) I see a sovereign that oversees it's kingdom, undisturbed and powerful. Then animal planet comes and crush my fantasies with a lazy big dad that sleeps more that half of the 24 hours we caged ourselves in. But even this raw side have it's own perks to explore, and maybe even more than the mystical beast of the jungle.
The lion just lazes most of the time because it literally don't have anything else to do. And be it as lazy as it sounds, it's an utopic existence of sorts. Not having any worries. Just existing for the sake of it, and it only. To some, maybe it might sound like a nightmare, and to those, I would really like to have a chat with you, so I can see you through your cracks, and maybe you can see through mines.
The existence of clothes are as old as that of mankind, and it sometimes makes me wonder:
"Was it the cold and harsh climates that forced our ancestors to take onto themselves animal hides like my History teacher Aristofinis (or Tote) once teached me in 7th grade, or the shame of nudity itself that forced Adam and Eve to take onto themselves animal hides upon eating from the forbidden knowledge like my grandma told me when I was three."
And you know the answer I came to? it's as follows:
" It doesn't matter if it was one or the other, but that the clothes today have a significance that the first one to wear never imagined it would have once upon a time."
The clothes are my metaphor for this irrational system in which we live, like clutches that hold us by our whole body, much stronger than the ones a cop carry onto themselves ( Note to self: maybe I'm using too much "themselves"), those are clutches that do not hold our hands together, but clutches on our mind, and maybe if we don't try to break it sometime, we will never truly experience freedom.
P.S.: this is not a nudist merchandize, it's just the rambling of a young adult.