Farms of people
When I was Superman correspondent covering all of Lleida from top to bottom, if I climbed the stairs towards heaven I would stop for breakfast at Cal Farré de Baró. Over time I was becoming integrated as just another being in the fauna of those Pallars feasting tables. There I related to one of the most mythical orcs of that land. J.C. showed me the future and told me what would happen. Everything was backwards: the return of the meatball to minced meat. One thing he got right before the internet: “Everyone will live in human farms.” Amen.
The fleshy exploitations began years ago. The dream of real, loyal, lethal saliva and yum-yum was to build a concrete Catalonia on top of natural Catalonia. Human farms were built horizontally, vertically, orthogonally, elliptically... Barcelona, Baix Llobregat, the Vallesos, but also Lleida, Tarragona, Girona, or Santa Maria del Pòrtland... The Costa Brava transformed into a Domesticated Coast, the Costa Daurada turned into a Detergent Coast. All of Catalonia buried in concrete. A parking lot with floors and concrete floors. Villages and villages underneath. People dead in life. Buried by mortar coffins. All with the appearance of a RIP slab. A skyline of concrete zombies. An army of cement cadavers. But we haven't had enough. We need more calcined mixture of limestone and clay or other substance, which makes a mortar that hardens quickly. We need to erect buildings for so much livestock.
Skyline of concrete zombies. An army of cement cadavers. But we haven't had enough. We need more calcined mixture of limestone and clay or other substance, which makes a mortar that hardens quickly. We need to erect buildings for so much livestock.
There will be more human farms. It is said and repeated. And it will be done. They call it densification. No one knows what it means. Well, yes: the Catalonia of ten million. Or twenty, or thirty. More farms on top of farms. And even more. Skyscrapers on top of skyscrapers of farms. Heaven, here we come!!! Everyone will have their nest. Everyone will have their coffin and their little garden. It wasn't Catalonia the city: it was Catalonia the farm. Look at the map.
The possibilities are enormous, colossal, unimaginable. With this system, the Sagrada Família could be finished in weeks. At a fixed price, how many creatures could live there? 25,000 single-person sofas? 100,000 beds for childless couples? And the memory of cement will already say that Gaudí was not an architect but a real estate developer. And then others will condemn him as a speculator of urban and celestial land. And we could continue through Montserrat, Poblet, Cardona Castle, La Seu Vella, the Barça stadium… And all the parks and gardens of the country. Apartments could also be built in car parks, thus fighting climate change by banning cars. Our dreams are made of cement. Densifying is progressing. Densifying is going further… into the beyond. More and more people. All locked up. In the box.
J.C. told me: “We have gone from houses where seven people lived to locking grandparents in nursing homes. From living off livestock to earning a living as civil servants…” And so on. We have become animals. We have already destroyed the country once. That cement Francoism. Now the democracy of more cement. From the nation to negation made densification. You will bury people alive again. Villages, landscapes, feelings, memory, life. Nothing. Now more and more. Teasing nature. And everything. Playing at being impotent Gods. Everything will end like this: minced meat, which is the closest thing to cement. Catalonia will be a great cemetery.