The rewriting of history

On my last visit to the cemetery, vainly searching for my grandparents’ graves in a chaotic, overcrowded mess in which, in an attempt to honor loved ones, one inevitably tramples on and disturbs somebody else’s peace, I was reading – as does everybody, I suppose – the dates, names, and the short epitaphs selected and carved on the tombstones. Read more

Superficial Love

The following essay has been actually written during the course of a few days, encompassing several backgrounds, from the most green and beautiful, to its opposite, glass and extreme cleanliness, and, finally, to the most mediocre, an outdated environment with heavy curtains and Read more