Long before we sat down to dinner and cut the nougat, Antonio García Ferreras, as a Christmas eve, alerted in a program of The Sixth column of the dangers of the screens. That he did it from a screen turned the broadcast into something very meta, like fictional characters who argue with their authors, like an actor who breaks the fourth wall and comments on the work he is playing or as a Twitter user complaining in several tweets of the banality of social networks. Or like a binguero preventing against the gambling addiction.
Honoring the format of the docudrama, the screens were presented in the program as an apocalypse. What I already counted Black Mirror, that the screens stun us, alienate us, deprive us of all humanity and nobody knows what devastating effects they will have on our eyes, fingers and brains. If I did not have so many screens on hand to alienate me, I would have gone to the Christmas Eve dinner with a lot of worry. Luckily, they sent me some videos on WhatsApp and I forgot the disgust right away.
The apocalypse is what happens to Pedro with the wolf: they have announced it to us so many times and in so many formats, that when it really arrives he will catch us playing on the tablet. Some of us have learned that true apocalypse is not announced with trumpets or narrated by speakers who handle dramatic tension. The real apocalypse, the ones that really scare, are always small and happen outside the screens, when the batteries are exhausted and the families look into each other's eyes discovering that they have nothing to say. All those who are celebrating Christmas feasts these days know perfectly what I speak, as divorced people know that marriages are not broken with thunder, but with very slight crunches.
A sincere prevention should alert us to those subtle and intimate world ends whose signals we almost never perceive, but perhaps the function of the screens is to entertain us with a lie apocalypse to overcome the real ones.