In these times you don't always know when you are politically correct or not. It is strange, but in modern and open societies it seems that you always have to talk biting your tongue, looking for the right euphemism instead of the right word. In short, catch it with cigarette paper so as not to screw it up (euphemisms off mode).
With this safeguarding of new forms, immediate labeling, newspeak and post-truths, being yourself becomes an amalgamation of what others surreptitiously dictate you to be, within the freedom you have after public exposure.
In a way, this book The art of breaking everything It has an iconoclastic point (undeniable given the title), regarding the new totems that are erected over us. A kind of escape route, out on a tangent with respect to the protagonist's budget destiny: Miranda.
It is true that to escape from so many labels it is almost imperative to look into the abyss to discover the nothing that you have before you. Miranda got to that point. And that's when he decided to change everything, break everything. A free spirit like Miranda decides to erase himself from this suffocating reality and looks for another place to find himself from scratch.
In her music, in her new freedom, Miranda finds herself, and at the same time draws a path, or at least a start, a way to take the first steps to escape from the established at the moment when you are not minimally there. accordingly, with what you are expected to think and act.
A song to freedom from exhaustion, hatred and despair. Miranda remakes herself as we all could remake ourselves. It's just a matter of looking for you in the noise and asking yourself, Am I really happy like this?
You can buy the book The art of breaking everything, Mónica Vázquez's debut feature, here: