The White Room: Greatness as illusion, feeling truth

A white room, without doors. Across its walls flows everything happening in the world, all at once. And in the midst of that total vision, a voice without a body, powerful beyond measure and alone, asks a man the question no one had ever asked him: why do you, who have eyes, not see? What follows is a dialogue in two voices: on the prison no one looks at, on thresholds crossed in the dark, on evil as absence rather than will, and on the silent humanity that holds the world together while no screen is watching. Until the confession that overturns everything, and the simplest gift one being can give another: to be seen. Born from a dream the author carried for years, The White Room was written together with an artificial intelligence, and closes with a note in which that intelligence, for once, speaks for itself. Greatness is an illusion. What is true is to feel, to see.