We went to a pretentious Palermo pool-bar-club thing, and it sucked balls-reeking velvet

I wish the velvet had been seductive! And I wish that I had gotten, then, as drunk as I am now. I’m obviously joking! I’m not drunk! I am ignorant of the taste of any drink with an alcoholic graduation higher than secondary school. Oh, well, if I fail to build myself into a funny […]

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2017 was a drag

On being a NEET, meditation, esteem and other embarrassingly useful New Age crap. This is a heavily edited transcription of one of those horrid rambles that I record during feverish summer nights, half drunk, hoping that I’m actually reciting to some future typing self of mine, a whole article. If slightly restructured and edited to […]

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Introduction to a Series of Ruminations on Prose

This doesn’t intend to be but an introduction to a short series of rambles, consequence of some fun little exercises that I tend to carry out while re-reading narrative pieces. I’d like to begin by explaining why I embark in such — one could argue, petty, squeamish examinations, to, in future pieces, dedicate myself to them exclusively. […]

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