In all honesty I would have other things to write about and other things to talk about. But, inevitably, the messing around is part of me in a way that is necessary. So I want to show you something.
In this day and age of which we think of it as hyper technologic, where you cannot be without the internet, computer, where the newspapers an magazines are read on an ipad, were power is measured in byte and were (we presume!) anyone has at home and above all in the office a personal computer with a decent printer.. In this world of the year two thousand (fuck, we are in the year two thousand!!!) there is someone (in milan!) that sends tiny letters like the one below, which I found in my post box just a week ago: