Introduction to the Book "Human Inhuman Vol.2" by Luca Motolese
"Human Inhuman Vol. 2" is not simply a book. It is an archive of fragments, a collection of details that seem invisible yet constantly accompany us, drawing a map of existence. Every word is felt like a trace left on the sand, ready to vanish yet at the same time able to remain, suspended between the ephemeral and the eternal. Luca guides us through this cataloguing of thoughts and invites us to observe the everyday with new eyes, making us rediscover the subtle absurdity hidden behind the ordinary.
In every line, in every fragment, we feel the presence of an inventory of the soul. Unspoken thoughts, forgotten objects, faces that slip away: everything intertwines, creating a mental space in which the real blurs with the surreal. Through this lens, his poetics becomes a collection of details that seem small but tell larger stories, suspended between past, present and future, fixed in their own stillness.
Moving between the lines is like walking through an infinite city, a path that eludes linearity. The reader is immersed in a fractal weave of memories and sensations. Luca places before us a lens able to reveal the hidden spaces between one thought and another, those subtle cracks from which reflection on the human and the inhuman peers out. And so each fragment joins to create a possible story of ourselves and of what we might be.
But beyond this surgical cataloguing of life, an unease emerges, a restless soul. "Human Inhuman" leaves us suspended on the threshold of the indecipherable, pushing us to reflect on the very nature of humanity. And it invites us to ask what it really means to be alive in a world that seems ever more distant from itself.
This poetry, with its oscillation between irony and tragedy, becomes an archive of existence, a map of the spaces between things. Luca's pages lead us into a labyrinth made of everyday epiphanies, where parallel sensations and visions are revealed little by little. His aim is not to explain the world but to make it visible through details that remain suspended, floating in the air, as if waiting to be grasped.
There are no easy answers in these pages. The book pushes us to ask what is left of us, of what it means to be human in an age that seems to have lost the sense of the essential. It leaves us the task of becoming archivists of our own bewilderment, gathering the fragments of a shattered world in an attempt to find a new coherence.
In the end, one question remains, one that concerns us all: what does it mean to exist in a world where shadows and light merge with such ease?
In every line, in every fragment, we feel the presence of an inventory of the soul. Unspoken thoughts, forgotten objects, faces that slip away: everything intertwines, creating a mental space in which the real blurs with the surreal. Through this lens, his poetics becomes a collection of details that seem small but tell larger stories, suspended between past, present and future, fixed in their own stillness.
Moving between the lines is like walking through an infinite city, a path that eludes linearity. The reader is immersed in a fractal weave of memories and sensations. Luca places before us a lens able to reveal the hidden spaces between one thought and another, those subtle cracks from which reflection on the human and the inhuman peers out. And so each fragment joins to create a possible story of ourselves and of what we might be.
But beyond this surgical cataloguing of life, an unease emerges, a restless soul. "Human Inhuman" leaves us suspended on the threshold of the indecipherable, pushing us to reflect on the very nature of humanity. And it invites us to ask what it really means to be alive in a world that seems ever more distant from itself.
This poetry, with its oscillation between irony and tragedy, becomes an archive of existence, a map of the spaces between things. Luca's pages lead us into a labyrinth made of everyday epiphanies, where parallel sensations and visions are revealed little by little. His aim is not to explain the world but to make it visible through details that remain suspended, floating in the air, as if waiting to be grasped.
There are no easy answers in these pages. The book pushes us to ask what is left of us, of what it means to be human in an age that seems to have lost the sense of the essential. It leaves us the task of becoming archivists of our own bewilderment, gathering the fragments of a shattered world in an attempt to find a new coherence.
In the end, one question remains, one that concerns us all: what does it mean to exist in a world where shadows and light merge with such ease?
"Umano Disumano Vol. 2" non è semplicemente un libro. È un archivio di frammenti, una raccolta di dettagli che sembrano invisibili eppure ci accompagnano costantemente, disegnando una mappa dell’esistenza. Ogni parola si percepisce come una traccia lasciata sulla sabbia, pronta a scomparire ma al tempo stesso capace di restare, sospesa tra l’effimero e l’eterno. Luca ci guida attraverso questa catalogazione di pensieri e ci invita a osservare il quotidiano con occhi nuovi, facendoci riscoprire la sottile assurditàche si nasconde dietro l’ordinario.
In ogni verso, in ogni frammento, sentiamo la presenza di un inventario dell’anima. I pensieri non detti, gli oggetti dimenticati, i volti che sfuggono: tutto si intreccia, creando uno spazio mentale in cui il reale si confonde con il surreale. Attraverso questa lente, la sua poetica diventa una raccolta di dettagli che sembrano piccoli, ma che raccontano storie più grandi, sospese tra passato, presente e futuro, fermi in una loro immobilità.
Muoversi tra le righe è come camminare in una cittàinfinita, un percorso che sfugge alla linearità. Il lettore si trova immerso in una trama frattale di memorie e sensazioni. Luca ci mette davanti una lente capace di svelare gli spazi nascosti tra un pensiero e l’altro, quelle crepe sottili da cui si affaccia la riflessione sull’umano e sul disumano. E così, ogni frammento si unisce a creare una possibile storia di noi stessi e di ciò che potremmo essere.
Ma oltre questa catalogazione chirurgica della vita, emerge un’inquietudine, un’anima irrequieta. "Umano Disumano" ci lascia sospesi sulla soglia dell’indecifrabile, spingendoci a riflettere sulla stessa natura dell’umanità. E ci invita a chiederci cosa significhi davvero essere vivi in un mondo che sembra sempre più lontano da se stesso.
Questa poesia, con il suo oscillare tra ironia e tragedia, si trasforma in un archivio dell’esistenza, in una mappa degli spazi tra le cose. Le pagine di Luca ci conducono in un labirinto fatto di epifanie quotidiane, dove sensazioni e visioni parallele si svelano a poco a poco. Il suo obiettivo non è spiegare il mondo, ma renderlo visibile attraverso dettagli che rimangono in sospeso, fluttuanti nell’aria, come se aspettassero di essere colti.
Non ci sono risposte facili in queste pagine. Il libro ci spinge a domandarci cosa sia rimasto di noi, di ciò che significa essere umani in un’epoca che sembra aver perso il senso dell’essenziale. Ci lascia il compito di diventare archivisti del nostro stesso smarrimento, raccogliendo i frammenti di un mondo in frantumi, per tentare di trovare una nuova coerenza.
Alla fine, rimane una domanda, quella che ci riguarda tutti: cosa significa esistere in un mondo in cui ombre e luci si fondono con così tanta facilità?
In ogni verso, in ogni frammento, sentiamo la presenza di un inventario dell’anima. I pensieri non detti, gli oggetti dimenticati, i volti che sfuggono: tutto si intreccia, creando uno spazio mentale in cui il reale si confonde con il surreale. Attraverso questa lente, la sua poetica diventa una raccolta di dettagli che sembrano piccoli, ma che raccontano storie più grandi, sospese tra passato, presente e futuro, fermi in una loro immobilità.
Muoversi tra le righe è come camminare in una cittàinfinita, un percorso che sfugge alla linearità. Il lettore si trova immerso in una trama frattale di memorie e sensazioni. Luca ci mette davanti una lente capace di svelare gli spazi nascosti tra un pensiero e l’altro, quelle crepe sottili da cui si affaccia la riflessione sull’umano e sul disumano. E così, ogni frammento si unisce a creare una possibile storia di noi stessi e di ciò che potremmo essere.
Ma oltre questa catalogazione chirurgica della vita, emerge un’inquietudine, un’anima irrequieta. "Umano Disumano" ci lascia sospesi sulla soglia dell’indecifrabile, spingendoci a riflettere sulla stessa natura dell’umanità. E ci invita a chiederci cosa significhi davvero essere vivi in un mondo che sembra sempre più lontano da se stesso.
Questa poesia, con il suo oscillare tra ironia e tragedia, si trasforma in un archivio dell’esistenza, in una mappa degli spazi tra le cose. Le pagine di Luca ci conducono in un labirinto fatto di epifanie quotidiane, dove sensazioni e visioni parallele si svelano a poco a poco. Il suo obiettivo non è spiegare il mondo, ma renderlo visibile attraverso dettagli che rimangono in sospeso, fluttuanti nell’aria, come se aspettassero di essere colti.
Non ci sono risposte facili in queste pagine. Il libro ci spinge a domandarci cosa sia rimasto di noi, di ciò che significa essere umani in un’epoca che sembra aver perso il senso dell’essenziale. Ci lascia il compito di diventare archivisti del nostro stesso smarrimento, raccogliendo i frammenti di un mondo in frantumi, per tentare di trovare una nuova coerenza.
Alla fine, rimane una domanda, quella che ci riguarda tutti: cosa significa esistere in un mondo in cui ombre e luci si fondono con così tanta facilità?
"Human Inhuman Vol. 2" is not simply a book. It is an archive of fragments, a collection of details that seem invisible yet constantly accompany us, drawing a map of existence. Every word is felt like a trace left on the sand, ready to vanish yet at the same time able to remain, suspended between the ephemeral and the eternal. Luca guides us through this cataloguing of thoughts and invites us to observe the everyday with new eyes, making us rediscover the subtle absurdity hidden behind the ordinary.
In every line, in every fragment, we feel the presence of an inventory of the soul. Unspoken thoughts, forgotten objects, faces that slip away: everything intertwines, creating a mental space in which the real blurs with the surreal. Through this lens, his poetics becomes a collection of details that seem small but tell larger stories, suspended between past, present and future, fixed in their own stillness.
Moving between the lines is like walking through an infinite city, a path that eludes linearity. The reader is immersed in a fractal weave of memories and sensations. Luca places before us a lens able to reveal the hidden spaces between one thought and another, those subtle cracks from which reflection on the human and the inhuman peers out. And so each fragment joins to create a possible story of ourselves and of what we might be.
But beyond this surgical cataloguing of life, an unease emerges, a restless soul. "Human Inhuman" leaves us suspended on the threshold of the indecipherable, pushing us to reflect on the very nature of humanity. And it invites us to ask what it really means to be alive in a world that seems ever more distant from itself.
This poetry, with its oscillation between irony and tragedy, becomes an archive of existence, a map of the spaces between things. Luca's pages lead us into a labyrinth made of everyday epiphanies, where parallel sensations and visions are revealed little by little. His aim is not to explain the world but to make it visible through details that remain suspended, floating in the air, as if waiting to be grasped.
There are no easy answers in these pages. The book pushes us to ask what is left of us, of what it means to be human in an age that seems to have lost the sense of the essential. It leaves us the task of becoming archivists of our own bewilderment, gathering the fragments of a shattered world in an attempt to find a new coherence.
In the end, one question remains, one that concerns us all: what does it mean to exist in a world where shadows and light merge with such ease?
In every line, in every fragment, we feel the presence of an inventory of the soul. Unspoken thoughts, forgotten objects, faces that slip away: everything intertwines, creating a mental space in which the real blurs with the surreal. Through this lens, his poetics becomes a collection of details that seem small but tell larger stories, suspended between past, present and future, fixed in their own stillness.
Moving between the lines is like walking through an infinite city, a path that eludes linearity. The reader is immersed in a fractal weave of memories and sensations. Luca places before us a lens able to reveal the hidden spaces between one thought and another, those subtle cracks from which reflection on the human and the inhuman peers out. And so each fragment joins to create a possible story of ourselves and of what we might be.
But beyond this surgical cataloguing of life, an unease emerges, a restless soul. "Human Inhuman" leaves us suspended on the threshold of the indecipherable, pushing us to reflect on the very nature of humanity. And it invites us to ask what it really means to be alive in a world that seems ever more distant from itself.
This poetry, with its oscillation between irony and tragedy, becomes an archive of existence, a map of the spaces between things. Luca's pages lead us into a labyrinth made of everyday epiphanies, where parallel sensations and visions are revealed little by little. His aim is not to explain the world but to make it visible through details that remain suspended, floating in the air, as if waiting to be grasped.
There are no easy answers in these pages. The book pushes us to ask what is left of us, of what it means to be human in an age that seems to have lost the sense of the essential. It leaves us the task of becoming archivists of our own bewilderment, gathering the fragments of a shattered world in an attempt to find a new coherence.
In the end, one question remains, one that concerns us all: what does it mean to exist in a world where shadows and light merge with such ease?