Snowing Idly in Maryland

Driving from a crowded, turbulent and lively New York city to the quiet suburbs of the state of Maryland. Highways and rest areas made me feel like I was going from Ventimiglia to Lyon, a big free trade zone, without the rules and tidiness of europeans in respecting different speed limits on different lanes. I took my caramel macchiato at Starbucks. “Did you know that Starbucks is an Israel supporter? You should boycott it”. You know, it’s the choice they gave me. They offer wifi. Everything is so disgusting, la nausée will make me chocke in my vomit, let me drink my caramel macchiato, I will wear a kefiah instead, ok?
Are these football players actually as stupid as they show them in teen-tv shows? Ok, some of them don’t have gentlemen’s appearances but really, some of them have smart faces. How can you recognize a smart person from his or her face? Are you a nazi pseudoscientist? Maybe one of these NY Giants could have been a great chemist, but he let his muscles rule.

Let’s go home, let’s watch the snow lying on the floor, like silent cadavers of a meaningless war.

Unreliability and Apathy as A Way Of Life

The problem is: when you don’t keep promises you made yourself , even the simple ones, what is worth for? No objectives, no destination, no dreams. Only delusions for hopeful minds.

Experimental Games or How to ‘Kill’ Dead Time at Work (A Blog About Something)

Hit by heat, that typical south-european heat which inspired love poems and make people struggle in sweat and makes deodorants companies get rich, I decided to type some words and spread them. Months have passed, season changed, now I’m hit by cold wind and this blog is still empty. Maybe autumn is more inspiring.

Anyway, that day, I was thinking: technology went on, and I was still stuck in pen and paper. Everyone is vomiting her/his knowledge and opinions about stuff like how to combine Chanel limited edition nail lacquer with Topshop’s tights, reasons why is better to plant opium instead of saffron in Afghanistan’s fields, miracles for acne and international crisis etc.

However, the main question I asked myself was: do I really have to focus on something? I know it isn’t serious at all to talk about everything having just a superficial knowledge in each topic – my mum told me, god bless her, I never learnt.

So what should I do? I would like to share with the world my super cool fusion recipe of pasta with tuna fish and turmeric, my hypothesis of a coup d’etats in Italy, silly love poems, ghetto life of blond seventy year old women, disappointment in front Dolce &Gabbana’s spots, tears I cried listening to some Bob Dylan’s songs, my photos of the Tour Eiffel taken with Hipstamatic, daily life post-adolescent’s problems, which planet will rescue some broken hearted geminis, and so on.

I don’t know yet, maybe I’ll keep it chaotic as this prelude.