Maze disco

The last days were rather dark days for me, overwhelmed by the feeling of "wandering" in a labyrinth of anguished thoughts in which I frantically looked for a way out, without being able to find it. 

I felt like the young Sarah in Labyrinth (1986), who in the middle of a teenage crisis loses her landmarks and a bad King, David Bowie (incredibly fascinating, of course), gives her a few hours to find what she has lost, catapulting her into an even more wacky and disturbing maze than Cnossos’, with monsters far more frightening than the Minotaur and which ends in a game-hallucination of stairs that could have easily been a lithograph by Escher. 

"A maze is a place where it is very easy to enter, from which it is very difficult to get out, and where it is even more difficult to stay." When you fall trapped in a labyrinth of thoughts, anxieties, inner complaints, you slide into it quickly, like Alice in the White Rabbit’s hole. 

Once inside, if you shake through those tall hedges, tormented by their endless repetition, you can end up getting really lost and soon after getting around like an angry Jack Nicholson in The Shining's final scene. By desperately looking for a way out, you risk not understanding anything anymore and the disorientation is made even more disturbing by the relentless geometry of space, which never leaves any void, blocking any hypothetical escape route. 

However, if you try and stay there, breathing, if you can put a zen padding between those walls of thoughts, among those spirals of emotions that confuse and deceive, it ends up that you are also comfortable and transform it into the Discolabirinto by Subsonica: a haven to take refuge and dance; dance till you drop over all the confusion and discomfort you are experiencing until you have nothing more to let out and give up and, by giving up, you discover yourself arrived in its Center, where you find yourself once again and restore order to things.

At least for a while…

Elisa F.