I want to wander through the maze of the network.
I want inabissarmi the virtual ocean.
I want to get lost in cyberspace.
In this world, just as real as virtual, my thoughts are traveling in the transverse direction.
Mummies of the Capuchins, the carcasses of my ancestors, are the bridge between my precarious condition of existence and my condemnation to freedom.
What else does it mean to exist, if they do not listen to the ghosts that inhabit my mind.
What else does it mean to die, if you do not see the angels dust off the archives of my childhood.
(Peppe Denaro)
