alerte.
vuoti incisi.
newyorker:
Junot Díaz, on loving Ray Bradbury: “When I was young, Bradbury was my man. I followed him to Mars, to the veldt, to the future, to the past, to the heart of America, I rode out with him on the Pequod, and on rockets.” http://nyr.kr/KdmU2o
chi si risolve nell’urto/ha gustato la morte/e la porta nel sangue
(cesare pavese)
the membrane between the void and reality.
once I met david lynch.
sound(ing) shadows.
explain/involve.
out of the blue.
objects in mirror are closer than they appear.