long I want to start to write on this blog, but also on my diaries, my notebooks when traveling by subway.
I reread pages 5 or 6 years ago and suddenly I relived entire afternoons or evenings in the library, Baggio, I reminded people, phrases, first impressions.
I also discovered some lies, the kind that crop up with time and are almost tender. I felt like
to review some friends I had lost, and no matter if one of them, after I received a message like "how are you? I want to see you," to appear asking if you had decided to marry or whether there were other great news to justify the event.
I want to write because when I reread these pages in years maybe find out something new now that I see, I remember the mood of job insecurity and sense of wonder mixed with vague bewilderment in the face of thousands of possible combinations of health care my first house.
I want to write for me, preserve traces.
Moral: resume writing requires a minimum of formality, one can not do on any notebook.
should be chosen on purpose, more so since my return from Japan, the cover of cloth with plum blossoms, which gave me Kimie is dusting on the nightstand. Here
books of that size are not, in diaries, but yes: I found one on which fits perfectly.
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