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7/4/02 I should start to think about what I like, I’m beginning to forget. Nature in the daytime, city at night. Should I move to Paris? So much going on all at once. Almost 23 years old. I thought by now it would have all worked itself out. Livin in a dream world, thinking up someone else’ dream.
listening to Cypress Hill. feeling like shit. People traveling in Packs. Everyone’s trying to be different in the same way.
3/5/02 Volunteering at the gallery, thinking of other ways I could make use of my time… Taking fotos, reading, smoking less. I hope Davide comes here tonight. Enjoying his company might become the demise of me.
Tonight I left without kissing anybody goodbye and felt uncomfortable, as if I had broken some Italian law. It’s just that sometimes I want to be out when I’m ready to go and saying goodbye here can take a half an hour. That’s kind of the beautiful think about Italy at the same time, people are so engaged that it takes them time to pull away.
I forgot what poetry was for… not just a vague explanation of thought existing in double meanings, it’s for Love.