Wet cold. Sol. I go down to the supermarket with my shopping cart, maroon in color, brand new, the first one I have, with an obsessive melody inside my skull. If a chorus sticks to you, you’re on the go until it decides to fade. you will remember the song: ‘Il Mondo’, by Jimmy Fontana. «Gira, il mondo gira / nello spazio senza fine / with gli amori appena nati / with gli amori già finiti». Oh, the love affairs that end without ending completely… I searched for it on Spotify and put it on a loop, longing for a therapeutic effect after reading a news story about the reversal of the earth’s movement.
a hard boiled egg
According to the study, published in the journal Nature Geoscience, two Peking University researchers have concluded that the Earth’s core may have recently stopped and started to rotate in the opposite direction. What was missing, the covid, a war next to home, a summer of biblical drought and now this. Consequently, will you want to change the side of your hair part? Will the hands of the clock begin to move in the opposite direction? I remembered the school pictures that represented the planet as a hard-boiled egg: the earth’s crust (the shell), the rock mantle (the white) and the nucleus, that incandescent iron ball (the yellow yolk). I kept looking for headlines without revealing too much, with Jimmy Fontana at full throttle for being the opposite: «Il moooooondo, no si é fermato mai momento».
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Apparently, we wouldn’t even know about the change, but I was hooked. Before the study in question, I had spent days thinking about the exact opposite physical phenomenon, the one that counteracts the centrifugal force generated by rotation; that is, gravity. Since I had to sell my motorcycle —they no longer wanted to give it the green label— and buy the damned shopping cart, I feel less weightless, almost asphalt stuck to the ground. The sound of the things when they fall.
ginormous tail
I confess that these theories are light years beyond me, and I have only gone down to Lidl for four things. As a huge queue has formed at the checkouts, I amuse myself by looking at what the others have in their carts. Bananas, the mesh of oranges for the juice, cartons of milk. Deep down, we are nothing even though we believe we are the masters of a world that turns its ball. «With the gioia and col dolore / of the people eat me». Poor human ants, always looking for a foothold, always dancing to that other song by another great Italian, Franco Battiato: «Surrounding a permanent center of gravity».