Mazón and Schrödinger's cat

Carlos Mazón may not be able to be explained without resorting to the concept of quantum superposition. He exists in multiple states at the same time, according to his dynamic and elastic narrative, and their coexistence is deterministic in a consubstantial way. Reality and its representation are a mere distribution of probabilities whose certainty would only alter its verification, but in the meantime, the president of the Valencians is a paradox subject to interpretation, which is what it is about. It is not possible to know if he is politically alive, as he believes, or if he is also dead, as his own and others suppose. If he was, as he claimed, where he should have been at a specific time, or if simultaneously he was not there at that same time, as he later denied. Nor to know if on that fateful 29th of October he ate, as his entourage disclosed, at the Palau de la Generalitat, if at the same time he was “snacking” in the area, as was later reported, or if, synchronously, he had a lunch with a spoon dish in a private room at El Ventorro. Nor whether he was the president of the Generalitat while he was eating and offering the direction of the regional television to a journalist friend or whether, equally, he was a private citizen in a private or even organic matter, because Mazón wanted to perfect his oratory. Nor whether he could not receive calls because there was no coverage or whether, despite this, as he later assured, he had several conversations by phone with emergency officials, mayors, officials of the Generalitat and the party. Not even assuming that he has or does not have his own mobile phone, as the Presidency now defends to avoid his geolocation, when on the fateful day of his “obvious absence” he told the mayor of Cullera to keep the number from which he called him because it was his personal one. Nor whether he is “knocked out”, as Alberto Núñez Feijóo excused him, or simply overwhelmed by his effervescence and drowned in his own story.

Mazón, like the cat that physicist Erwin Schrödinger used in his thought experiment to highlight the complexity of the initial interpretations of quantum mechanics, remains alive and dead at the same time. He was and was not in all the places and at all the times he has provided. He did and did not do the things he has affirmed and denied. Everything that concerns him has been and has not been. While he is pursued by interrogative adverbs, protests, the indignation of those affected by the catastrophe and the 227 fatalities, he has been building himself a sealed and opaque box like the one in which the Austrian physicist put a hypothetical cat, a device and a radioactive substance so that in one hour the probabilities of it being alive or dead would be identical. So that the possibilities between anything and anything else would be the same. But unlike Schrödinger, not only with the graphic aim of pointing out the problems of interpretation of quantum mechanics (here, the mechanics of the Catarroja judge), but to make the uncertainty principle an end in itself, to prolong uncertainty as the only certainty. So that the confusion ends up infecting public opinion and the entire judicial process, diverting and apportioning responsibilities and political impacts. So that the tangle of the ball in which he is trapped cannot be unraveled. So that in the end it is not clear whether it was a cat in a sealed box or a rabbit in a top hat. Yes or no, are only possibilities, while he accelerates like Thelma and Louise before the abyss, running over at will with his quantum kitten in the back seat.