The autopsy of a dream. About How we construct worlds with our words

The drama inherent to the condition of the intellectual nowadays is apparent throughout the discursive autopsy that I performed. In ways that were inconceivable before, the academic world changes its face to become another. The mask - the symbol of the time which my essay makes reference to, the time of the SarsCov2 pandemic - takes all possible forms and eventually eliminates the possibility of the state-of-unhid-denness (Gr., aletheia, meaning, "truth"). How do we find a way out of this particular deadlock? How do we evade from the drama or the trauma (they say any untold story may become a trauma)? How do we survive? How do we heal? How do we get rid of the mask? How do we (re)invent authenticity?