still

In my next life I want to be a thunderstorm.

ringo

When life smileys at you again.

home

At home for Easter.
It's the emotional equivalent of going back to one's mother's womb.

laundry

Did I ever told you about my laundry nights?
The nights when I go up to the last floor to hang the clothing and then I step out onto the terrace and look at the sky and “Please turn me into a bird please turn me into a bird” is something you could hear if you were really really close to me.

lunch

My current crisis is a crisis of trust.
You can't trust nobody.
That, my friend, is an indisputable fact.
Thank God for sushi.

termini

“Hey.”
“Hey.”
“How's life?”
“Pretty decent. Yours?”
“I've had better lives.”

lollipop

Life never ceases to amaze me.

metrò

And yes, I'm still looking for my stop.

coach

You say you're confused.
You say you've messed up your life.
You cry on the phone and I can't bear the feeling of tears trickling down my neck.

coach

“Are you sleeping?”
“Yeah.”
“Me too.”

train

People see flowers and butterflies and blue skies.
I see skulls.

bubbles

Meet Bubbles.
He lives in my notebook.
He is a monster.
He feeds of fear.

piumone

Dazed and confused.

platform

Variatio Vii A 1 Ovvero 2 Clavier Al Tempo Di Giga Oh tormented feet of mine bring me into the softness of spring grass.

station

“Look.”
“What.”
“That graffiti on that wall.”
“So?”
“Doesn't it remind you of the tiresome and almost endless sequence of illusions and disillusions otherwise known as life?”
“You need help.”
“Yes.”

puddle

Oh great, now I see emotional wrecks wherever I turn again.

empty

Sometimes, when nobody sees me, I stretch my arm and graze the edges of illusion.

breakfast

I didn't go to work today because I don't feel very well.
Yes, currently that's my idea of attacking life with naked fists.

waiting

So where's my phone call?
I used to fear you, phone call. You know I didn't want to leave.
Now everything's changed and I long for my phone call.
Oh, phone call, where are you?
I'll love that dark matter of yours, phone call, your dying galaxies, your nebulae, I'll do my best to please you, I promise.
Just call me.
Save me.

airport

I used to live in my books and life was so much easier back then.
The hell with reality, the alphabet is my new best friend.

tannhauser

And I will lead my army right in the middle of final battle, The victory is upon us I will shout to them, and my voice will overwhelm the rumble of the clashing galaxies, and I will look at the endless battlefields, this fierce look of mine, and the roar of clanging swords will slowly approach me and then, at last, I will be content.

fence

I have been setting up a very special fence to keep away all this useless drama from my life.
But I'm changing my mind.
Maybe I should keep away this useless life from my drama.

coach

I went back to my secret dream box only to find out that all my dreams have gone bad.
I should have poked some holes in the box, to make them breath.

airport

And yes I was so tired and to the nice air france lady at the gate who said me: “Bon voyage” I said: “Bon voyage” as well and then I laughed quietly.

breakfast

My last breakfast in Québec.
I already miss those -15°C.
My thoughts turn out to be better when my electrons move slower.

breakfast

I called room service for my breakfast and I was delivered the Meaning of Life instead.

platform

Magic has dried up.

wok

Cheap postmodernism to take away.


And Yasai Ramen is my new best friend.

light

I am so tired of discussing with people.
Nobody wants to listen anymore.
So from now on I'll let shades of emotions speak for me.

light

So everybody appears to be happily moving on.
As for me, I seem to be trapped in this alternate universe of mine.
Here I am, hopelessly knocking on the looking glass.
Can you see me?

train

I am a scratch on a dirty window.
I am an uncanny vision on an alternate world.
Don't talk to me, I wouldn't know what to say.

afternoon

That's the last one.
That's the last one.
That's the last one.
That's the last one.
That's the last one.
That's the last one.
That's the last one.
That's the last one.
That's the last one.
That's the last one.
That's the last one.

train

Grande Raccordo Anulare is war. Train is love.
And, after one week of train, I've already got a tingling sensation in my heart.

coach

Back in the city.
Ah, new home.
More to follow.