Technology is everything we build to interact with the world. From simple tools to languages, technology can assume many forms and shapes, crafted by the hands and will of human beings.

Cities are a human invention. So are technologies. In a sense, cities are technologies as well, made of thousands of other technologies seamlessly interacting with us. Yet sometimes unapparent, the way cities are modeled produce a direct impact on our daily lives. So, shouldn’t we have more informed discussions about unintended consequences caused by technologies?

The complexity achieved by technologies is proportional to the complexity of humans. Each of the technologies we create aims to solve problems —sometimes creating others —, simplify processes, or get us closer to reaching intricate goals.

Desbravar novos caminhos e trilhar o próprio destino em direção a uma realidade plena e completa parece demonstrar um desejo instintivo, inseparável da condição humana no mundo secular em que vivemos: a constante busca pela liberdade. Seja ela como for, diversas narrativas, obras e livros nos apresentaram cuidadosamente cenários utópicos e distópicos que brincam com a manipulação da liberdade.

Ursula K. Le Guin, em uma de suas novelas de ficção científica, acabou desenhando o mundo d’Os Despossuídos, uma sociedade anarquista, utópica, onde os seres que habitam o planeta de Anarres narram o rompimento com o mundo opressor, desumano e capitalista…

Alambre de espino cosido por tus manos
Cuyas uñas han arañado las aristas de este mundo

Las minas oscuras bajo nuestros pies
Que alimentan fábricas de adán que escupen humo de sus ojos

Un fuego, que taladra mi cabeza en inquina afligida

Tendinoso, brío de compromiso inflamado
De las horas desprendidas sin alarma por un firme deseo

Vigor solidario que ruge de dentro

Cansados estarán en la cima
Instalados por la ciencia maldita que confunde a los pobres

Arrima tu cuello por en cima del planeta
Corrientes en unísono hacen el latido

Contra el capital que nos desanima
Es el alfanje de tu savia lo que les castiga

Cuando miramos, cuando acercamos la mirada, destrozamos, reconstruimos o le damos vida a las imágenes que se asoman al ojo o que vienen de él. En nuestra cabeza somos capaces de recrear lo que vemos, y en un parpadeo incontrolable, lo que vemos nos ofrece un puñado de informaciones distorsionadas, escorzos de pared y calle que reanudan una obtusa espiritualidad bajo una luz ciega que viene del sol o en la ausencia de él. …

I was seated at the porch like any other day. I was waiting for something to happen while the sun was burning my skin with no regret. I do not remember quite certain what I was expecting or if whether I was waiting for something special, or if I was decidedly objecting some substantial instance that would change my present moment of being steady, seated — waiting.

The past figure from my childhood is a bit blurry; the act of reaching hidden memories only evoke, at least for me, feelings. Some ditched places, but always feelings. If those memories were…