I surf, I click, I scroll, I slide … I travel. That’s kind of what motor mind activities look like when I “leave it” to the web to take me globe-trotting from my armchair in times of epidemiological precautions. Isolation and the airtightness of borders (including municipal ones) have recently given rise to a plethora of more or less original attempts to circumvent these two scourges, without irresponsibly provoking the virus to spread. Thus, the “virtual world at your fingertips” has become one of the potentials with which various culturally committed institutions have begun to captivate a captive humanity. All this with the aim of bringing the rich heritage of civilisation and art, born millennia ago and still being born today, to the widest possible population. Those who are even a little bit close to clicking could “penetrate” the Egyptian pyramids and “uncover” the sarcophagi from their sofas, “touch” the originals of painting legends in strictly controlled galleries, “admire” the biotic wonders of natural parks without equipment, or “wander” around iconic megacities without a map. The use of modern technologies gave me an almost real authenticity of experience, but at the end of the evening’s journey around the world, it did not leave a deep imprint. Throughout the “journey” I felt like a gambler, eagerly jumping from one virtual world to another, looking for that lucky “wow” moment that will be etched in my memory forever. One that repays all the effort of browsing through digital ambiences. I was not so lucky. Probably because such walks cannot offer the (fullness of) experience. They have no room for the tangibility of textures, the interplay of smells, the perception of temperatures, the perception of spatial scales and, last but not least, they are deprived of the travelling peripeties that usually accompany us on the way to our desired destination. The mixture of what is missing is an indispensable contribution to the experiential mass from which the brain kneads evergreen memories. Indelible. Some of them are even worth passing on from generation to generation.
Man is great in so many ways,
insofar as what it seeks is great.*