Silent strike
Silence became a metaphor for time, where beings discover within themselves everything that unsettles their daily rhetoric; when it turns as dark as night, any thought becomes a muffled cry of nostalgia, anger, or, with luck, serenity.
Taste of Nostalgia
It’s Saturday, 7:30 a.m., and my phone alarm won’t stop screaming that it’s time, that the day has been underway for a while, and that the sun is covering the world—blazing hot in some places, shy in others before the inert cold of the earth. With lethargy, I grab it and hit stop. Please, just five more minutes, I think…
1942 – Letter Zero to Your Absence
Life is so strange, or perhaps so perfect—at this point in history where it would be more than perfect to meet, and yet here we are: you in your world, me in mine, a pair of fools… or is it just me? Memories and time have melted into nostalgia and distance. Imperfect moments come to my mind…