Introspection – Inner Echoes

Hotels keep the stories of passengers as museums of reminiscences

What was lived does not guarantee what can be remembered

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.