This is something which has always terrified me: forgetting. And I forget a lot. I forget more and more as the years go by. But what is this memory I cling to?
Spring is back, the sun is shining again and the heat warm on the skin.
Sadly or maybe not, I find myself without words these days. Not even without words, without thoughts even, as though my life, all Life, were suspended in a bubble floating in space waiting for whatever is to come next.
It's been just over a week since Marcello passed away, and I still don't know how to put words in a row that makes sense.
On Monday the 4th of May we are back in our office in Piazza Umberto.
Hush, the World has decided to take a nap. The wheel has stopped spinning, only the birds singing like quivering palpitations, as the soft wind sighs. The world has taken a break and my mind has decided to pause with it.
Dante's Hell, third circle, the sin of gluttony.