I like to compare the first experiences of the Internet - the fortuitousness, the chance - with reality, … - Sergio Chejfec

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By not asking too much, you can believe in almost anything. . like. . a starry night in the mountains, or even the existence of fate.

Sergio Chejfec

I like to compare the first experiences of the Internet - the fortuitousness, the chance - with reality, with the experience, for example, of being in a city that you don't know. Many times - and I don't know if I can totally defend this argument - I've found that the way one experiences the world, and daily life, we are constantly dealing with these perceptions. And it seems like it works, this superficial perception of determinacy, but it's completely ridiculous.

Cities, Fortuitousness, Know, Life, Perception, Reality

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