March, April, May, ?, 2020

Monday: wake up, cry, run 3 miles, computer, cook, eat, computer, clap, cook, eat, series, sleep. Tuesday: wake up, sex, computer, cook, eat, computer, 30 min workout, clap, cook, eat, series, sleep. Wednesday: wake up, run 3 miles, computer, cook, eat, computer, clap, cook, eat, series, sleep. Thursday: Oh my goodness tomorrow is already Friday.... Continue Reading →

Getting used to …

Human beings are born to get used to stuff. No matter how long it takes but they will eventually get used to stuff. For example, I hate changes, I hate not having control of the present, yet I am able to get used to stuff too. I got used to having an intolerance for milk.... Continue Reading →

WHO ARE YOU? (tbt)

This is for you, a man after being a woman. For you looking like a Vietnamese guerrilla but you are probably Korean. For you with short hair and thousands of tattoos. For you getting on the ferry at nine twenty from North Williamsburg, every morning, always dressed in black. For you, always sitting in the... Continue Reading →

Staying home, far from home.

The worst moment of all this, from down here, is when you Italians go to sleep. Although for many of you the midnight has almost become dawn, that's when everything sinks and leaves room for a reflective and three-dimensional silence that smacks of helplessness and fear. Photo by Christian Lue

Quarantine

I am wondering what the Sun is thinking. He stays up until 8 to illuminate the emptiness. Tribeca, by Zachary Shakked

Being in Nyc and missing Nyc

If you don't believe that this city is a magician, then it's just an expired, smelly city full of rats and of rotten people. If you don't close your eyes before opening them, what you see is not the most beautiful sunset you have ever seen in your life, but just another day that ends... Continue Reading →

Spring 2020

My neighbor is a white boy in his thirties. He always wears a hat. Always. He could be American, or from Northern Europe. His house is right in front of mine. Today he cleaned it all up. Even the windows. While I am writing this, he is folding the laundry that has just been removed... Continue Reading →

Otto Marzo 2020

Questa mattina mi sono svegliata e il mio cellulare era pieno di messaggi di auguri per la festa della donna. E' stato come risvegliarsi da un lungo sonno. E chi se ne era accorto che siamo già all'otto marzo? Io no, che qua non ci sono le mimose. Vicino casa mia, a Roma, c'è un... Continue Reading →

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