July 20 ... almost . well beyond the time to celebrate itself: Greetings lock-down!
goes round and round it has been over a year since I started keeping this diary called Lock-down, in fact.
When you were born I loved it but it grew and it was convoluted, ingrippato, still.
responsibility to a non-human creature disappears at the same moment when, in practice it is not. In fact more than a real diary, I've always used as a warehouse where I put my imagination, the subconscious or the unconscious that I know ... I'm not a scholar but only an observer, I think. I like to observe what I see and shape into something more my own, more real to my being. It goes without saying that 99% of what I write can only be understood if you know me well, so I write about shit!
But today I want to confess something:
write, or sometimes to believe it, I like ...
me cheers ...
gives me joy!
I'm here to stay, see u soon ...
