Life is a different entity of its own. You might call it “yours”, but the truth is, you are his. It doesn’t matter if you stop suddenly on the street, refusing to go any further, hitting the ground hard with your feet like a stubborn child. It will go on – playing its role of an adamant parent, regardless of whether you want it or not. And as it seems to get further away from your cries, you will advance…. [Read more.]

I’m just coming back from the San Francisco marathon exposition where I picked up my bib, my goodie bag, and my race t-shirt…

…as well as a couple of “rewards” for myself, heh. Although I generally do not like purchasing products at expositions (it’s too crowded to calmly try the sport clothes for instance) and instead try to find better deals… [Read more.]

Working on a design, I’m listening to my “Era” station — the one I listen to whenever I need to focus, and I just came across a song which went straight to my heart. Simply amazing, A Fueoco by Ludovico Einaudi:

Holding loosely the straw at its very top, her fingers as a juncture between it and her lips – just like a smoker on his last cigarette would, to prolong the satisfaction of his addiction as much as possible – she sucked slowly some of the iced tea. Her head tilted sideways, she looked out.

Every day, she sat at the same place, looked out in the same direction, and saw a different building.

The truth is, the building was… [Read more.]