Those who are most confused are those who hoarse their condition as a voracious reader and intellectual pigeon. If something is bad for the literary world, it is the people who suffer orgasms when they hear the word book. Because that enjoyment is false, fictitious and a mask for the true hidden message, the subliminal: 'look at me, assholes, I'm an intellectual'.

Many people are outraged with a poster with that phrase. But the poster is right. Reading confuses. It is your main goal. His condition of existence. If reading leaves you calm and with a smile on your lips, what you are reading is rubbish.

Reading is removing our limits. That is reading. Reading confuses. It takes away my limits. And it is this confusion that gets rid of the poses, the stupidity and the epidemic of opinion.

Let's celebrate the confusion. Those who shout clarity! It is usually a sweetened, fictitious clarity. Thought is confusion. It must be confusion because it must force me to go to less comfortable places. More confusing.

I celebrate the genius of this poster. Read well. And don't freak out. Reading is not a party, there are no clowns and there is no flow of wine. Reading is an act of terrorism. Entering the world through the window. Read. Reads a lot.
I lived confused. How gorgeous.