Introspection – Inner Echoes

On writing as a way of returning

Time makes us sentimental

Objects are rare, places strange, meetings sudden, yet all are hunted by repetition.

Cos’altro sono, dopotutto, i nostri ricordi più luminosi se non raggi dorati, accuratamente custoditi come tesori in una scatola segreta?

Endless day, endless month. August seems to hold different concept of time than any other month...

The statue whispered the story to the night... of the lovers who slipped past.

The quiet escape. That is what summer has felt like for me since ever.