Fountain in #trieste (Taken with Instagram)
The old fountains in #trieste are still functional and many are still used. Water is much appreciated on these hot days. (Taken with Instagram)
Forgotten garden gate #trieste (Taken with Instagram)
First thing on a summer Sunday, fill your chalk bag lest you slip off that rock. (Taken with Instagram at Napoleonica Crag)
Whoa, crap. When satire is indistinguishable from fact, the problem is bigger than I thought.
I’ve just been had by a satirical article. It was something linked to by an online personality whom I trust, someone who normally posts to articles in reputable journals. So I clicked and hit the Reader button on Safari to begin reading the article. I read it end to end, shouted out in anger and psh-aw’d at some quotes. I scrolled up, copied a section and composed an email to my better half to share the outrage and sent off the email without thought. It was only a minute later, before closing the window on the article, that I saw the source.
The article was a satire. It was false.
So now, I ask you, what are the problems here? First problem, I will readily admit to: I jumped the gun and believed something without spending any brain function to question the words. Second problem: the satirical faslehoods in the article were just believable enough to me.
When satire becomes something we can’t readily identify as true or false, what does that say about us and our society? At what point do we begin thinking it’s perfectly normal to feed poor, starving infants to fat, rich society women?
So, I must learn my lessons. Always question because no one else will question for you. It is up to me to be certain the things I take in are the right things, especially if I will be repeating the information and using these details to form opinions. Also to be learned: take part in the world. Speak up and ensure the truth is heard. The outrageous ideas of satire must always remain outrageous and never become accepted by anyone.
Sneaking a peek out over the vineyard #trieste (Taken with Instagram)
Scala Santa. Few cars, pretty sights, very steep. This gate leads to a much-loved vineyard. #trieste (Taken with Instagram near S.I.S.S.A.)
Hope this statue isn’t life-size. Italo Svevo was a shorty. #1800s #trieste (Taken with Instagram)
I miss the food in Singapore. Please install teleportation devices in my home before supper time tonight.
Taken with Instagram at Museo Revoltella - Galleria d’Arte Moderna
All the shops are closed in the afternoon. Waiting in the shade and watch the day go by. (Taken with Instagram at Piazza della Borsa)
A beach without sand. #trieste (Taken with Instagram)
U.S. (Taken with Instagram)
Edit: Someone on twitter has just confirmed this is a sign to a bomb shelter from WWII.
Festival en Roiano (Taken with Instagram)