Within the topographical invariant of this picture, which is not an actual picture with the proper meaning of the word but closer to what it may be named as a cartoon poster in all possibility crafted with the assistance of a computer, the eye of the beholder can glimpse at a number of human figures, which the same eye was not bothered to count, resembling zombies, these sort of zombies that the ability of filmmakers and directors has not yet been able to place, as very secondary actors, in any motion picture so that they, as characters in a given horror movie, would hold smart-phones in their hands; they are aligned in an, almost we could say, polemical phalanx but nothing to remind of the Spartan warriors, although one or two of the figures, those on the left of the picture, appear to have some hair on their faces, however, not enough to the viewer’s judgement to categorise them stereotypically as men in that almost extinct category of the sexes; they are ordered, not only the men in question but the zombies as a group, and commanded by an unknown master and they have achieved that aligning without looking neither at their own feet nor at the “bodies” around them but at the screen of the object in their hands- this sort of object that is called Smartphone or mobile phone or “phablet” and it seems to have the ability to exercise a peculiar gravity and move these bodies without strings, perhaps with some kind of technology using laser or with the assistance of the infamous Bluetooth. The creatures’ eyes are not concentrated on the world around them, not even on an object of the world, at least this is what we can say by looking at this static moment of time, but on what they already possess in their own hands which, if we would have liked to be a bit honest with ourselves, they are not actually possessing it because this object possesses them: it holds their gaze on its own time, on applications, on other topologies and spaces called social media- these social media nevertheless, have accepted in their loving arms these creatures in return of surrendering their bodies, because they are not needed in this computerised social arena: this is the work of a different sort of a devil, or, we could even mumble with some scientific creation of a new signifier, that this new devil is not the classical one who gives you anything in return for your soul but, a modified and biologically harvested devil who does not deal with the soul but with the body- he wants bodies instead of souls and instead of waiting to carry them in hell he has decided to do so on the earth.
The expression of the creatures, which it is not yet certain if they are human beings, perhaps because of the bad qualities of the picture or because to be a man or a woman is an enigma beyond the biology of the body, is similar, and the creative and daedalic imagination of the artist has captured them with their mouths open- their jaws dropped as the universal expression has it, nothing shocking or gossipy on the social media’s topology but because they are actually eating, not the Nothing but the Everything: the lovers of these kind of movies will tell you that zombies eat people, but these sort of creatures, these modified species of zombies, are eating from the object in their hand, have friends, create new characteristics, they can be and have different faces, with imaginary interests, can alter their bodies, looks- they are absolutely captured by this signifier and object. That is reality, I mean in the form of the exchange between them and the modified devil who, as we were just been informed, is a devil-vegan that is why he denies to take souls and prefers bodies; he functions aphoristically by giving to the soul whatever it needs but he wants to take the body and, therefore, what used to be called human body becomes a body producing and consuming for the “world” but living not there, for, its spirit lives in the geographical realm of the social media. This is the evolution of an old word, a character we could call him, of the celebrated “couch potato” who is also, along with the men mentioned earlier, extinct, not even holding a pitiful place in history by been listed in Unesco’s index of protected species- this is due to the historical now fact that the Mr or Mrs Couch Potato has been formed in a stasis, whilst these new-fangled creatures are in motion, walking, eating, hyperactively walking around without knowing where and not even wondering what is their place in the world.
The creatures’ postures are similar, and the same eye of the beholder can distinguish a few minor differences on one of them, on one of the creatures, that is, the manner his body bends gently towards this hand-object, not because he is a weirdo or not following the trends of the time but because, due to divine will or biological variations, he is left-handed: he is still one of them, actually a front-liner of the zombies’ march towards the same object, one for each and private, because he has more to prove than the others who are right handed and thus he has become a Zealot. There is in fact another left-handed creature on the far left corner of the picture, from the position we are looking and not from the position the creatures could throw an eye on us if have they not been occupied with their objects. This one, in case we want to practice a few seconds of wild analysis, as Freud perhaps would have called it, and thus to become masters who interpret everything according to the mother and the father, this one as we were saying, me and this Other who speaks through me, anyway, this one must have had a mother who was all over him, even overlooking his private moments in the toilet, and that is why he is choosing to be hidden behind the others; in, yet, another context these bodies could have been nominated as athletic, had the imagination of the graphic-designer been more flexible, and these bending forward bodies could have been perfect for ping-pong players in the midst of an Olympic tournament.
The woman on the right of the picture, next to the first left-handed man discussed and analyzed, whose face is probably dehydrated because watering farms in the social media or giving water to PC game characters, forced her to forget to consume the infamous seven glasses per day- she is not the typical blonde of the generalized expression indicating and identifying blondes with stupidity: we can say she is not stupid and that, perhaps without her knowing it, she has proven the proverbial expression concerning the mental ability of the everlasting blond wrong, because this one is indeed technologically literate.
