| well (well?) – christmas is finally over spent eve in bed with flu and woke up on 25th morning very weak, to give presents and gifts to my parents / left in the afternoon from a small local train station, on a dirty and uncomfortable desert vagon – carrying with me some small presents (some food from my mum and a perfumed soap, a nice jersey from my aunt, an handmade chaplet from d&l) while having christmas lunch with my family, italy was flooded by an uninterrupted rain that caused ground collapses almost everywhere / entire villages had to be evacuated some people definetly lost their houses somewhere an entire village has been devastated by mud and water and all new houses moved downstream, while the medieval area resisted well, arising on a solid rock: as almost everywhere, ancient wisdom has been killed by commercial laws / even internet is yet merely based on money and almost nothing that we do is for free we try to gain money from each single sign, from each loop-stitch, and we are forgiving that a very big size of the world is excluded from any kind of shopping / on 24th, during the hours I spent with fever in my childhood bed, read a small booklet I bought from a net known publisher / it is a sort of glossary made by discursive descriptions of animals / lot of them are taken from editor blog, while others have been written by people I ignore (the book is anonimous) / after reading, even apriciating some of the unusual descriptions, thought immediately that until some yers ago, this small book should have been used as an editorial gift, or as an article in a magazine, and not as a unique editorial product for sale / not enough substance, undefined and not precisely curated, a contemporary provisionality that can be apriciated in a literary sense, but that shouldn’t have a concrete value / efemera – we are actually pricing and gadgeting everything! note1: in the magical night of snow we experienced last week, 42 poor people living in the street died in poland for chill… but I still go on in publishin delightful scenes of a snowy park and a glowing christmas note2: it is not just the social and real aspect of life that I miss, reading the most part of the blogs I daily attend to, but also a more intimate exposition of thoughts and sensations, a more evident endangerment / we are submerged by decorative details but the sentiment is so rare and preserved from passing out
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