EL PAISAJE DOMÉSTICO
THE DOMESTIC LANDSCAPE
When the image of that sunset at the ocean surprised him in the morning, Navajo White (ffdead), derivated from Red (ff0000) and Yellow (ffff00) and in similar composition to Sand Box (fef5ca) and Light Salmon (ffa07a,) could be identified as the transitional hue between Steel Blue (36648b) and Orange Red (ff4500). He identified it when walking around Albert Boulevard on Street View from a cozy seat that prevailed in his living room. He identified it right away because he only saw colors: used to the screen, his sensitive experience had been reduced almost completely but his acute eyes could recognize and categorize up to 256 hues of the electromagnetic spectrum. Reduced like that, observing and distinguishing colors, he had wasted days and hours, even weeks, immersed in a spectacular program that with time became vice.
Using just mouse and key, he was able to identify thermal floors and microclimates, he learned to catalog tree and bush species, to measure altitudes without a barometer, and to reference his position without a compass. He visited several latitudes but did not become a traveler nor a tourist as, no matter the considerable distances covered, he always returned empty-handed. The borrowed images allowed him to imagine external experiences and through data, he was able to construct virtual universes. He stole and shared life lessons safeguarded by copyright innumerable times, life lessons that he tried to appropriate and that believed, not slightly, to be his own. With technological extensions, he erred and erred, and without notice, he numbed his being.
However, that evening he adverted the reticence of the program and decided to rest for a few hours away from the screen, thinking he wouldn’t find anything in there. Having recovered from fatigue, and tented by the vibrant apparitions, he returned to his usual place. Facing the lineal matrix and full of hope, he looked for new landscapes. This time, he told himself, I will gather something.