I keep writing in all the books I’ve published, that the inhabitants of this time feel alone, afraid, empty and powerless, and for this reason they desperately seek to bind themselves to their similars.  But today the lasting bonds have disappeared and are substituted by temporary bonds, that don’t require commitment, hard work, tension or suffering, and above all that do not limit freedom. For this it’s more correct to speak of personal connections, the model of which is the web, where connections are only at long intervals, they come only upon request and can be interrupted as we please, without explanation. Fast and easy relations, of immediate pleasure, without work. In a culture like this, loving is no long an art but only a continuous process of consumption, with an incessant production of trash, without people realizing that we ourselves have become trash.