Vite di carta

Lives made of rolled, word-filled paper - stuck into tablets or pages - that pierces and stings like a news story. Lives of paper like our own, hanging onto an uncertain sense, scattered throughout a distressing series of moments, where the past and the memory blaze, where the future ceases to wait for illusion. Today is always yesterday and tomorrow is today for those who read in order to disguise the fantasy of a fleeting chronology. As fragile and temporary as the cloud of our own destiny.