Archive for March, 2012

March 17, 2012

« Sono il tipo che vive di solitudine: senza solitudine sono come un altro uomo senza cibo o senz’acqua. Ogni giorno passato senza solitudine mi indebolisce. » ~ Bukowsky

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Beyond the infinite

March 17, 2012

March 17, 2012

I’m in a humid wood with low, short canals containing stagnant water. I see a Gila monster walking around and then resting in an half-empty canal. Then a big fish appears, walking on his four fins. I feel great respect for those animals, and the desire to let them live serene in the wildlife. All of a sudden I find myself in a museum of natural history. I see the walking fish, dead and with its flesh removed, in a glass board. I’m deeply sad and angry. An employee of the museum says that the fish had to be “classified”. I’m worried for the Gila monster.

March 17, 2012

I’m in Atlanta, I recognize the buildings of a neighborhood. All of a sudden I find myself flying over the buildings, until I reach a garden located — someone says — at the very center of the city. In the garden I see people walking around with pets, some of which being prehistoric small mammals or mammals coming from Australia. At the center of the garden lies a large building which closely resembles Brion Tomb by Carlo Scarpa. The building has two large pavilions, accessible from a frontal square through two large, heavy, wooden portals. There is also a complicated system of very narrow stairs that lead underground, to a forgotten bookshop. In one of the pavilions a big party is going on, with music and many people dancing as if they were in a nightclub.

March 13, 2012

« The PC is the LSD of the 1990s. » ~ Timothy Leary

March 11, 2012