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Challenging the stars: the future belongsto no one,or to EugenioAmpudiaGabriela JáureguiI know that you’ve got knees, that you’ve got shoulders, and I know that your knee ‘also thinks’. Eugenio AmpudiaI’ll tell you about my knee, a knee that gets about. About a pair of shoulders, often tense from spending so much time in front of a computer. They’re not Gogol’s nose, or Maupassant’s hand, or Poe’s heart. They’re a knee. And a pair of shoulders. This is their bending, their adventures, their flexing, their joints. We explore history in the past, present and future. I’m the hand that writes, and it’s my job to jot down a few thoughts we came up with together, hoc est corpus meum.1. Metaphors of smokeHere, we know about smoke: we know about smokescreens, about the unseen and un-smelled smoke of disappeared people who were allegedly cremated. We know that smoke causes disappearance. Smoke is camouflage because it causes distraction. Spectacular smoke. A country that tastes of smoke.This country which tastes of smoke.Above the museum, a smoke cloud signals – it’s cartoonish, a huge grey puff. In Spanish, when we say someone swallows it, we mean that they believed a lie. What does it taste like?Like smoke.7 | EUGENIO AMPUDIA. THE FUTURE BELONGS TO NO ONE YET7 | EUGENIO AMPUDIA. THE FUTURE BELONGS TO NO ONE YET