Culture. Eat it
30 January 2017
I’m unable to leave
I buy the tickets
book the hotel
and then I do not take the train.
I’ve been ill
I’ve had to work on the weekend
I’ve been fucked by the faith in some other ways.
There is always an excuse
mine or someone else’s.
Probably it’s just fear:
probably I’m scared to face the highth of the buildings
or those streets, my old sisters.
“Make your memories a dvd”
said a billboard somewhere.
I’ve a date with a memory, but probably I wan’t go.
It’s like “saying no” to a drink with a gorgeus guy when you don’t feel like falling in love with an asshole.
Everything seems like something I miss,
something it’s unforgettable, but hard to remember at the same time,
something like 5 o’clock am.
I know exactly how 7 o’clock pm smells like
the description on the bottle says:
If you dare you can come back, but can’t return.
Ph. Sara Cartelli
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Bio:
Community Manager with a passion for sociology, I've lived for six years between Padua and Milan. Once I wrote an odd theory on Mathematics, on a Mathematics task. I took zero and the professor told me that I had to find an outlet for my too much imagination, if I wanted to live in the real world. I bought a notepad and began to write to him everything that was going through my head, so love for writing was born, love for expression.
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