Everyone has the followers they deserve, and I like to think that whoever is following me, my works and my blog is somebody fucking cool…
Today, I didn’t know which fish to catch, I was dragging myself between duomo square/the inauguration of the gastel e il boscolo hotel and I was trying to live up to the promise I made of creating a daily post, then antonio wrote to me, with whom I am not personally acquainted, he decided to complete one of my photos with a few words, which seemed to me well written and coherent to the story I wanted to tell when I photographed that editorial.
The photograph of which antonio told the story is the one above here and his words are these:
“Why? You ask me why?
Why? Wasn’t it true that we were going to cuddle in our reasonable conversations about sharing and smoothing our skin with beautiful things? You were saying it like that, like that you told me, look into yourself. Sorry what was that?
I am not turning around. Shut up.. I am talking now!
There, I am tired of your cribbed existentialism, of your neurotic doings, of staying in our comfortable warmth of the “we are enough”. I am tired of your masked nihilism of a repressed genius, staying only inside your lounge on which it is about to rain. Perhaps I am also tired of this piece of shit city in which all there is is rain.
Shut up, let me speak, because I-have-to-speak-today. I feel like puking. I hate your being too intellectual and braniac, your fears, your confused decadence during your morning outbursts. I wanted to fly, you have only devastated me, with your encumbering I am here, your work, your fake I’ll-take-care-of-it-don’t-worry. Sorry what, you say I am weak? You dare say that my nervous breakdowns are pure fragility and that I have to sit down? I am not going to sit down, I am not going to calm down. Actually you know what I’ll do? I am leaving. I am leaving even if cement blocks would fall out of the sky! They would surely hurt less than your absurd being calm and reasonable and comprehensive with your look superior to what you find yourself against, and that it has been the background, always, to our most difficult moments. I cannot deal with this no more. You are a liar, a constant liar. With me and with yourself. I am leaving… my life cannot be this one, like this, without a window”
By antonio pintus
Well done antonio!