I haste to declare that I jot down these notes in drunken stupor, so I beg the reader’s forgiveness for any odd sounding or potentially offensive verb. However, do believe the content of my words, it is genuine and verifiable. Besides, don’t blame me, but a country where a bottle of reasonably good, unsophisticated, additive-free [...]
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It’s in the Upper Bay, on the western shore of the Hudson, two straight parallel piers sticking out of Bayonne, just north of the tip of Staten Island.
It’s nothing particularly charming, actually, it’s a drab flat concrete expanse littered with low warehouses, junk and rows after rows of shipping containers, the least glamorous face of [...]
It must have been 1967, I was about eight, one of my best friends at school was Agostino, probably the only kid in the class that wasn’t from a working class family, I can’t remember what his father did, architect or some other “important” profession.
One day after school Agostino invited me to play at his [...]
It must have been 1961, I was five and my mum used to take me with her to the market. I remember the few blocks we had to walk as if it was today, I could walk them with my eyes closed. If the streets were like they used to be, that is. We had [...]
I go into a shop, an obnoxious demented happy-holiday-merry-christmas tune is playing on an infinite loop and truly gets on my nerves. How can they bear it?
As I am about to run from the shop I notice a happy shopper tapping his foot to the tune, and another one nodding her head on tempo, and [...]
Now, what have all of these in common?
Well, let’s take it from a distance. Perfection is boring. If asked most would probably say they strive for perfection, they desire it, they want it. Yet, when face to face with something or someone close to perfect our reaction is generally of immediate but very superficial and [...]
In 1983 I was working at the Food and Agricultural Organisation in Rome, I needed a set of slides for a conference and I wanted them computer generated. After much complaining and claiming I wanted the impossible, the technicians at FAO took three days to produce a few colour slides working at a DEC VAX [...]
It was a day like any other, shortly after the July 2007 bombing in London. The underground was full and people looked as calm and self contained as they do in this country.
A few minutes into the journey a faint smell of smoke begins to be felt; people pretend nothing is wrong but glances and [...]
In the flashing light of the slot machines, pinballs and games the few late night customers stare at their screens, tense, each leaning and pushing against his mechanical companion in the night, lonely.
Just outside the door the wind sweeps papers, polystyrene cups, cardboard boxes with fast food remains.
A drunk staggers off the bus, waves in [...]
When men were laying eggs the race started. It never quite ended, for there is no end. One was saying he didn’t care to know; the moment was important, not history. So he sat on the train seat and spat with disdainful nonchalanche, by the suitcase on the floor. The landscape was changing beyond the [...]