Pornography is art, a dramatic art, experimental, where characters are striped naked of their personality, and the story is striped to its core essentials – the interaction and play of active/passive and passive/active. Pornography is essential storytelling. 3 acts, same place, no jumps in time. Porn is subtle poetry. Porn is tragedy. It respect all that Aristotle is. It is cathartic. All other stories are dilutions of Porn. Are euphemisms of porn. Are desperate, painful attempts to touch the same intensity, purity and catharsis. Monotonous, repetitive, again and again and again only to be transgressed, only to be sublimated. Porn is possible only in a pure society. In a humane world. The pornography that I am talking is already post-porn in a post-ironic world.
We always feel more from one point than from all the world. That is why we look for it in ourselves, we explore our bodies to find that small place that transports us in our natural pure world.
We explore the whole world, and everyone we encounter for that small point in flesh and time and space that gets us through the wormhole into the world without definition and with full ripe consciousness of nothingness.
It is the Torq point.