One of the good things about keeping a journal is the tacit chance you instantly get to go back in time without needing of a sci-fi machine which maybe doesn't exist yet.
Of course, those memories are yours, so they are subjective, in some cases fucked-up, but they still are quite faithful to that precise moment, and even if it doesn't seem so when ( Read more... )

Sono dieci minuti buoni che sto fissando questa pagina bianca, in attesa che mi venga una buona frase d'apertura. Una volta, nemmeno troppo tempo fa, mi veniva abbastanza facile. Segni degli anni che passano, credo ( Read more... )

Okay, I'm posting this at 6 in the morning because I'm wide awake, too fucking excited to sleep another minute more. I'm in L.A. goddammit!

Everything's amazing here (except for the fact one of our luggage got lost during the flight, so now we're short of clothes, but whatever LOL), I mean, if you've ever seen a movie set in this city, you know it ( Read more... )