Dear G,
good morning.

The typewriter carries a beauty, indeed.
About the house: yes, it is the same constellation of bed-stuff, every cellar of my body hesitates to buy furniture (or any other supplies, since really a while I live without a pot, which could run in you to the
assumption that I do not cook, and well, what can I say: I do not cook, not even water.)
There shoud exist somewhere something like god, no?
It‘s the feeling cringe, that I have once I write this, I am not sure if it is the right choice of word. Recently I listened a great person say, if god would be a woman she might be a christian, and I really enjoyed it. I mean, it‘s not that I became religious, but somewhat the future wife (before she carried this name she was simply the witch) poisoned me with the search for god in the books I read. For example, I dive since a little while in subjects such as the holographic universe or pansychism which are not more than some opinions; but when I tell her, she just wants to
know „why“ and accordingly „who“.

Honestly, I got a bit bored of my project, but yes, I was talking to people to sell them one each. Currently I do the same with the GB I have on my
phone (I want to be the google hotline). But let me try to make it interesting again by another form of it. Do you like sandclocks?
Imagine one made of glass, with the falling of the last sand corn the duration of, let‘s say 10 minutes, is over.
If you want to know the status of time, you observe the proportion.
If you want to know the status of order, you observe the fragments.
Imagine this sandclock in a little box with vacuum, maybe it is in there horizontally, maybe vertically, however you want it, it‘s vacuum - in any position our beautiful object becomes useless.
Have you ever thought about a quantum clock?
A material quantum clock must be a tautology.
Instead I want to invite you to create a similar vacuum in your mind, maybe somewhere in the left back corner, but also this, however you want it. Honestly I believe more it can be found than created.
However, as said, if you don‘t find it, imagine it as a sandclock, like the real one. What if the universe would be just 10 minutes old, but we could turn 11. Everything would be possible, beside one truth deriving: whenever it starts and whenever nothing unpredictable happens, minimum 10 minutes will pass. (...)
Maybe at this point I need to say that I have never written down about the quantum clock, normally it is a dynamic conversation (considered an art piece) while here it functions only as an example of linguistic performance. This word combination, linguistic performance, does not exist so far, even there is Fluxus and a lot of other stuff, I find this beautiful.
SO, ja, Madonna, I imagine her singing Frozen for my wedding.
I have no idea about her state of identity, but I need to say that I start out of vanity believing, that she has already heard my name, because, just one time I say it out loud and three people cross my life, that know Madonna. But Madonna, me, no meeting.
Miriam, yes, I was searching in my head for her name. Nice that all this still exists in your little life. I started to be addicted to Paella after I have been in Spain, while I need to admit that I still do not trust things from inside the ocean. Does Miriam like your future wife? Would her and Anarita also say, it‘s affection? I find it interesting, how you describe it, and I wonder in which world this stays unpredictable and therefore avoidable, or if it‘s actually a pleasure?
Maybe I can‘t put myself into you.
At least I think, how you describe affection, is not what somebody would make hunt. I am also absolutely unprepared on the subject of Caravaggio, therefore thank you for this information, I need to say he becomes more sympathic with an erratic way of living as you describe it, I am sure, the witch would like that as well, but I am also sure, she knows, so I do better not ask her, to not awaken a holy speach. It‘s not that something happened with me and the believe, but fuck, the church is incredibly huge with all its unpayable important art pieces, and I think art is my religion; so it got me. The witch says, we are the same, as said, but at the moment I do not want to share all of it with you, mainly because it carries some similari- ties, that are for me in the moment my own; as you say, maybe one day
on that more. I also thought of you, there was for example the moment I finished my book and I thought, Giovanni would hate it. And so I never sent it nowhere; is of course not your fault, just my way of saying, I also missed you some time longer.
Can you tell me about this interesting artist, and the conversation?
Can you also tell me why you have now turtles?
Can you update me on the snow subject?
I think a letter is a beautiful form, because in my eyes then imagination has no excuse than to produce (it‘s a way to escape describing travel plans, because now I am not sure anymore), but for the turtles I would say we can do an exception, because I really like turtles (they have funny faces), so please send me a family portrait of them. I live with one cockroach at the moment, I call her Barbara Barata and
yes, I just could buy poison, and also of course I find her highly disgusting, but instead I remember Kafka and built her streets and write her letters.

Bom dia, L
(12/30/24)
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Part II
It's been a while.. in the meatime i got a cold (do you remember the one i passed to you Lisbon? Ahah), and had a nice evening with Miriam and hers father's paella. So, where did i left? Oh, yes, Madonna. So, going ahead.. What does it mean spitz (i have the impression i should remember, but I don't)? Mhh..i'm going to be short: affection if when you (me in this case haha) are well (good?) together with a person but isn't surprising you anymore, is just fine. Soneone could say it's easy.
I list myself for a second on your flight schedule, could be useful to integrate in sime manner ascii- art graphics (like a table) into those letters, so if i'n not mistaken, are you going back and forth until genuary? I'm happy to hear about your erratic behavior (fyi the guys in the hotel near the old house on the seaside compleately fenced the ruin and is now inaccesible, at least for me and to a quick glance ahha). I'n not very prepared on Caravaggio, but seems that youre going for a modern grand tour of the italian baroque scene.. I just remembered that there ia a painting with the severed head of Giovanni bapthist, maybe you could find it interesting (haha, unfortunatly is in London). Caravaggio, however, was a pretty erratic character too, fleeing from Rome after killing someone (supposedly a rival in love), to Malta, and there he did it again and had to flee a second time. What a life, and what a task to hunt him. | I'm very curios to hear what did your future-wife say about me/you ahahahah (i remember i said something similar that may times, a while ago). I don't hide that, those days, i spent a (more) few moments picturing you with my mind while lying in the bed, and many monents of our time passed by my eyes (yes, it's a complicated way to say that i miss you too). I'm guessing how your holiday is going in florence (was it just tuscany?) On your roman's tears: I would loved to see you getting the sthendal syndrome on classic stuff. In urbino there was a interesting coversation with a vey cultured artist, but i leave it for the nex time. xx G
(12/06/24)
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:) I wait until Part ll is published
L
(12/01/24)
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Goodmorning L
Ok let's go back to this format, actually i'm trying to write from my phone and this is the best font i found, so i guess we will find out if it is going to be right in the end.. But at the moment the typewriter thing looks adequate at least. First my compliments for the new location, the sea (actually river) side is a charm, but what? A wine cellar? Ahah, ok i live in a fondaco too but.. it seems more a commercial space then an house, but thinking a little more about that, looks like it will be a great atelier, maybe a bit cold from what i remember of lisbon and the five meters ceilings haha (still guessing if the four mattreses are the one from the tent-house stacked 2x2 or some new configuration). Why did you grieved in Algarve? Seems like it's a great place, maybe it will earn a visit from me someday (haha, I'm letting you know this time). The world god fascinated me when I was younger because in italian is dio and io translates as "I" (haha, this app dosen't capitalize all I(s) as word does, it's funny because it rememebers when you was trying to scold me about my phrase construction "me and my friends") so the "god" could semantically appear as only a reflection/that is created by the man itself (like saying "d'io" the would translate like "of me") but actually it's all wrong because it comes from the greek "zeus (nominative)- dios(genitive)- dio(dative?)-I dont remeber the full declination" and the root "di-" dosen't mean anyting beside itself in ancient greek. Totally forgot that Sissiphos enjoyed carring the rock uphill, (maybe was into some fitness thing, before it was cool). I searched for Camus' Syssiphos and the first result reads "the phylosophy of the absurd" (ahah, i guess I'm on the right place) and at the end "The struggle itself towards the heights is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy." I don't know about happy, buy for sure i recognize in it one of the greatest poetic (creative) drive (i know, romanticism..but the essay was based on hope aware, so correct, haha. Was it a "Linguistic Perfomance" because you birbered people into buying the sheets? Uh, i guess the wedding happeing in paris will heartbreak your local lover (:p). What a story about Madonna (is she actually part italian or do I remember incorrectly?) i'm picturing the scene of you approaching her with the white paper on hand and an imperturbable smile on your face... It's hilarius. So I'm youst over an half of your last letter and i filled all the space i designed for this sheet. I guess it sanctions the end of Part I. X G
(11/30/24)
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Ooooh G; now I feel ashamed, I did not want to sound angry but when I re-read it I felt a notion in it that shouldn’t be there, I guess you felt it too, therefore your words, I am SORRY — Take all the time u want and need etc etc etc. 
You still don’t like driving, no? 

Maybe then: “Scusi”, (attention; it’s written in italic); although I thought we already arrived to the non-formal version :) However, you can call me, in need of formality, Senhora Leni da Luz (my future name). 

x 
L
(11/29/24)
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L, i'm so sorry to not have wrote you before but i had the busiest of the weeks and i just opened my house's door, returning from urbino (i drove 3h and i'm super tired). As i said, writing to you is somewhat a seriuous thing to me, so i don't want to do it on a hurry and i litterally did't have 2 spare hours to sit down and write to you (yes thinking -hopefully- still happens but materializing it on words takes time ahha..is that a professional bias?). I'm so sorry about that.

It's possible that what i'm writing now isn't english anymore but some strange language that have some likings with it, so bare with me as you did when i was misspronuncing half of my words back then.
I'll try to elaborate futher your last and second last messages, later.
"(Scusa)".. Lovely ahhaah, not taken btw.
Hear you soon, i hope.

G
(11/29/24)
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Dear G,

I am aware that I might not have been feeding my affection for you to your expectation, where for I did not await a message of yours in first place, neither expecting it in longer shade. I totally accept it, as said, it seemed pretty natural to me to write in the blue and to receive white -
With this mail, not pdf, I just wanted to say that I decided to come back in Tony Cassanellis house, Tuscany, in a week or two. Maybe I am fed up with the life I chose a little while ago, let’s see, let’s find out.
I hope you didn’t overthink the lover;
I hope you didn’t overthink your affection
I hope you were at least a little happy to write me your beautiful pdf -
The future wife said, after I read her your letter (scusa), that we might be the same, and I think that’s it.
At the moment I pass by the sea, sitting I am train back from Tuscany to Rome, I need to bring the flower back to Lisbon and I do not trust her Epilepsie, so I play mama for today.
However; I cried a lot in Rome, and even a bit more in the Marble Caves. I didn’t know it’s something I can: crying.
I missed you in front of Reni; but I also miss you now, looking at the water.
It was a pleasure to see your words,
keep your head up for proposing!

I have you in love,
L
(11/28/24)
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Dear G, add ons!

I highly apologize that I need to send an E-Mail now,
I would love to say I was tired, or something, but re-reading your letter, I admit answering just half of everything.
First: Maybe it was just not meant, but it would have been a nice surprise to meet you in Lisbon.
Second: Yes, Sisifo, yes yes, we talked about the same.
Third: You are right with being on an artpiece, but in best honor I do not remember anything of an orange tree, I have a brain like a seeve.

Furhter I only spoke about Tuesday, totally forgot Monday: We arrive at two, or three, I am unaware of this timetravels between countries.
We stay somewhere around the garden of Piazza Mazzini, I think I will only drink coffee all afternoon and manifest snow. 
Either we go both home on Wednesday morning or I stay until Friday evening, but I don't know where, so I keep this question in future.
Although I need to work, because I am a modern lady -

 - I guess Julia and me didn't loose contact, we  just take a break (me, for example, of conservatism). :)
The place in the identity, that I was saying, this one maybe would have an orange tree.
Now I really hope I didn't miss something...
So sorry that I broke the virtual paper flow -

L
(11/26/24)
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Dear G,

I stay with the format like this, because I prefer it.
Actually I have tried to buy this appartment for a while (don‘t laugh, I know about the fact that also I studied Architecture) but in the end it didn‘t work out. Now I live in an old wine-bunker directly at Praca do Comercio. It‘s extremyl empty here, with 5 meter tall ceilings, I only own a table, two chairs, and 4 matrasses. It‘s a peaceful place, I even own a little garden (where nothing is growing) but I am missing my cat. I tried to bring him this August, but Gustav was street fighting the night before the flight.
So he needed to go to hospital instead. I sound like a wild cat lady, but yes, I really miss him. The whole September I have spent in Algarve last year. It is a time that I now do not remember with a big heart though, but I have grieved already, my wife helped, we spent another month this February, there I could cure a bit.
I love the word god, because as an ignostic (and a linguist) I just do not know, what it means (to me/you). It‘s interesting, that you say I am more rational, I feel myself the same, it is due to my experiences over the year I think, I always defend with saying I can speak better english now, but it‘s not true I guess. Thank you for recognising it.
Sissyphos is the guy that is banned to carry a stone up a hill for as long as he lives, as a punishment, but instead of punished, he finds peace doing it. It‘s by Albert Camus. I did go outside and told everybody if they want to buy a fragment of an artpiece for 1 euro, I told them all the same. If they wanted, they got a contract and the paper.

I call it Lingistic Performance, because who is so silly and buys a paper for 100 times the price. It is just white and not stamped or something.
I think it‘s a bit of both; also I do not find many many people that vibrate wit me and my ideas of life, but I feel it is still more than with what you are surrounded. Probably it‘s because you are older ;) but I do not think so, I assume it‘s a bubble life instead (but is nice there; I have now a lover in Paris). Yes, it‘s about real Madonna. I want Madonna to sing on our wedding, but in first place I wanted to sell Madonna a paper, the paper didn‘t work out yet, but I still have hope in the wedding. My fututre-wifes father owns a bar and Madonna comes there every now and then to celebrate her birthday.
I think we should not meassure our wedding too little, since it is for the sake of marrying itself. Somehow I am sorry to hear, that it is affection and not love, while I am aware how „spitz“ it must sound, because what do I know. I am so curios about the story behind all this, and I will think a bit about affection, because I think this is the feeling I have towards Elise.
Getting a baby a moment before you die I find indeed even more flat.

Why not just write a Bestseller? I think it does not need to breathe to keep your identical memory alive.

The plans for Rome are a bild wild, to be honest. I was booking the flights when I was tipsy, so we go tomorrow morning, and my wife, I think, goes back on Wednesday very early morning. However, we also have flights for Friday (and middle of January) - yes, please, no questions. I still live in the shame. :D I think it depends how long we can bother our friend‘s couch. (I didn‘t advertise yet our coming to them; in that sense nothing turned more rational in my life.) On Tuesday we want to see in any case as much Carravaggio as possible, and in general I think we have no further plans than exact doing this - and maybe finding a place where Carravaggio is above our heads when we marry. But this is optional. In general we are not very planned people, I am sorry if you hoped for a better description.
You can either tell me something or try to haunt Carravaggio --
L
(11/26/24)
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Dear L,
Let’s try some variation on the theme.
I instantly remembered your “kitchen” with the stoves on that strange stone remenants of a fireplace and the only coffees i ever drank - and actualy also the “gocciole” I'm telemistically (oh your references..) brought on Thursday, after a long time. What happend with your “tent”? Did you left it for the other apartment, the one with the balcony on the cloister? Let’s uncover something, I came to Lisbon last year on september with Caterina for a seminar called “Arquitecturas da Alma”; actually it was in the monastery of Batalha (very nice place) but we stayed one day also in Lisbon to visit, and I took the occasion to walk in my footsteps once more showing Lisbon around to Caterina and my colleagues; when I was goin up on the Calçada do Carmo and i saw the black cat on the wall, well, it was an emotion. I can’t hide that a part of me hoped to see you around, even only for some instants, and I took the chances (haha, dangerous game), going over all my favorite places (expecially the Cafè in front of the National Theater). Ok, enough with the nostalgic digression, too much to and answer. I alweys stated that God is in the unknowable, and our understanding of physics allows exactly a place for that in the randomness of the quantum world, i can push myself saying that the only god is Chaos (o maybe fortune, Τύχη to remember my classical studies, haha), and I guess that could be a nice position for an atheist. As a side thought of this pseudo-scientific rambling, I’m asking myself how did you get to the BEC for your thesis (of course, i remember the stack of papers on the frame, and as you remember my favorite painting is the Malevich’s White Square, I love reduction-ism), that aside I need to ear a play of you on the theremin.. (Going back up on your letter at the one hour mark) No absolutely I find your letters full of thought and references to check on google while writing back, and i find myself re-reading a lot to unravel your linguistic construction, but, i must observe, that it’s way less erratic than i remember.. I don’t know if your trying to no be to ease on me, or you became more rational. Regarding the marriage, it’s a long story. It’s not for art nor for passport (haha, did you finally got one?), I would say affection - instead of love - and society demanding my sacrifice (haha) on the verge of being thirtyserven (i don’t feel for nothing near this age, maybe my bones and sinew would have a different opinion though). As you said “the biggest peasure is oneselve”, we are so similar on some occasions, but i don’t know if it is due to me not finding many people around to share the whirls of my thoughts or that spark my interests. Tell me about Madonna (that Madonna? the singer?) and your future-wife, i cannot fathom it (haha). The immaterial (or not? the last time this conversation lasted four and an half hour of wine glasses and coffes in the upper floor of that cafè) artpiece was the instruction for the “performace” on the piece of paper, telling the partecipants to balance between a support and their head three oranges.. Did I compleately made it up? I don’t rememeber if it was a variation on a theme of the same author. Of course i remember the Leap from Klein, and yes, i probably immagine your marriage cerimony naked due to Abromovich’s stuff (I've seen that there is something goin on in Zurich about her these days). Oh my god, Julia how i could forget her name (haha), she was a big gossip topic (ahah), how could it happen you lost contact with her? I can compleately immagine how you can look entralled by Elise and your godmother status (”without any responsability”, chef kiss [haha]), and i don’t remember the last time i touched a baby, thinking about this, makes me fearful of “breaking it”, haha maybe i’m too soft. My positions on giving life, however, are a bit darker (i really liked your “to be remembered”) and i see that a lot of people are offsetting their wills and hopes on the furture-born and this looks to me as giving up, be defeated, and for me is inadmissible. Giving life sould be the last thing you do? I don’t know, I didn’t elucubrate too much about this. Going back on the apragraph of your thesis: who is Sissyphpos (google is finding Sisyphos Nightclub, Hauptstraße 15, 10317 Berlin, Germany haha)? Ok i foud it could be Sisifo, but where it is the boulder (maybe it’s just Sunday morning and i’m not connecting my neurons very well)? Let me know what are going to be your programs for Rome tomorrow, i have a a-little-bit packed week (i have also appear in Urbino on Thursday for a seminary and i have still to prepare everything) and if you stay longer in Italy.
Bon voyage
G
(11/24/24)
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Dear G,
how beautiful to cook coffee, receiving an email that contains nothing but a pdf.

I feel we communicate abroad of this text, because my actual guess would have been honestly turtles (I just chose the parrot because yesterday I met the one of Amàlia Rodriguez, no joke), what are their names? Furhter I want to add, that I recently send a lot of pdfs (due to the deletion of everything beside the, how I call it, mother channel). I can‘t lie, it‘s a peaceful life, sending pdfs. (Recently I received a beautiful one contained a bug, providing monotone sound - I am sending it around from a to b since a little while, hoping for change, and it does! Since there came the plopp I call it music, well, I am still a fanatist.) Your letter has a great body. The future-wife would say about the telepathy, that it belongs to the spiritual universe, while I would rather refer to Jankowski‘s Telemistica. She is a great believer in witchcraft; it‘s interesting, that there are so many parallels between spirituality, philosophy and sience. I just can‘t understand, why lunatics simply don‘t feel the urge to proof their observations. Why are they cool with the state of limbo-knowledge? The wife is not one of them, she loves sience. Luckily - However, I apprechiate her awareness, because that makes her sensitive. Sometimes I think peo-
ple that are more like me or maybe you lack this string, while the witches on the other hand are not soft either, but somewhat so powerful in their tenderness.

Well, all that just to also end up with an infinite vernissage, not wanting to say more than: I totally respected and accepted your silence these days and will accept it again with same freedom. I did/do and not feel any anger at all. Because, even recently I try to be a bit less convicted (it‘s hard, I am still a neurotic), some things I could never let go, as for example the structure about my perception of time, deciding above everything. It‘s close to a personal religion. I am sorry that I stole your pdf format, I just found it fitting for a possible archive. Do you feel that I do not think much while writing? Sometimes I am chaotic. About the things you said. YOU GET MARRIED? Is it for art as well or for a passport?? -- Oh I can imagine how it tortures you, if I would get asked to marry for marriage just the thought would let me die a little, because this kind of together means sharing (in a sense of deviding identities and killing half a child) and what to share when the biggest pleasure is oneselve. Saying this, I am aware that society is a personal prison, which can‘t be just pressed over another individual, so tell me. Are you still too young to marry, professor, or why don‘t you listen to your father? :)
In any case I enjoy the idea that we both have future-wifes at the moment, and I am sure they are the same beautiful. My future-wife is a person that was all the time there, however I invited her to my little life maybe one year ago, somehow it started because of Madonna, I think, this was the beginning of things. I am aware, that a majority of my story only contains conversations; especially the ones about the future-wife. We both life it verbally, but I assume your wife and further your casamento is rather due to love and things like this, so what do you feel?

Well, I do not remember something about orange, but the one with the banana (btw, got sold for 6.3 bio recently) is called Yves Klein. (I thought about him too much). The guy with the invisible stolen painting is Mauricio Cattelan. Great piece. (Never can be thought of too much). You imagine it naked, because Yael Batana is extremly white I think. Remember her work Malka Germania. If it‘s not that, maybe it‘s because of Abramovic.Or again the universe.

About Julia‘s dramas I am not informed, we spoke the last time somewhere in spring 2023, while in August 2023 Elise was born, and yes, they did travel trough Europe, I met them for example in Barcelona, and I can say this beautiful human (Elise) comes fully after her so proud Godmother (me). I did not give it to her yet, the book, I think I want to remember her face once she is conciouss, so I kept it (you remember also my narcissism). Elise turned one this summer, I went home to celebrate with her and she really likes the word fodas (fuck you), so I call her like that every now and then because she laughs, I love how language works. When I met her the first time I was scared that she doesn‘t like me, but surprisingly she loves being around and forgives me everything. Sometimes I think, weirdly she is the first baby I touched (no joke) and I am still a bit confused with the fact that she can‘t speak - but we spend great moments together with sounds and I am the only archive that can give this memories later back to her, which makes me feel important. In that sense I now get it, the thing with creating life, because it‘s more like creating a memory, and if you‘re flat, it‘s an easy way to be remembered (I do not tell it to the parents). Did you ever touch a baby?

In any case I think this is the best that could have happened to me: It‘s so cool to have a baby somewhere without any responsibility but one day she and me will have great convictions (because I brainwashed her with all I know, telling her this is all shit this planet and society and her parents, of course also her parents!, we will be best friends, if she wants or not, but only in about 23/24 years, maybe earlier, I believe in women).

My thesis was called Linguistic Performance (m), the only thing that made sense once the subtraction of everything, basically I sold every paper that I put in the door frame, you remember? Yes... Sissyphos might have been proud. Jing and Jang now know each other; Zen is something that I call my inner peace (I am joking) - I sold it for one euro to random people and I think it‘s been a torturous prison, but in the end I had some good stories -- long blabla short, I had a lot time to think since I did not needed to create anything new for the thesis, which lead me to the investigation how does identical communication actually work, ending up with a new question surrounding the Bose-Einstein-Condensate (I read it again, it sounds silly, maybe I am still in the phase where I would need a page to describe what I want to say) BUT: What does Schrödinger‘s box know and why it descides to hide information of all participants? I think about frequences, I have now a theremin, my mother observes me with fear of loosing me which I find, already said, amusing, as claimed in the first paragraph: it‘s a great life. I hope I didn‘t forget something, I stopped the time. 31 minutes. I‘m happy for Annaritas wildness.
Have a nice weekend
L
(11/23/24)
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My sweet L,
When was checking my email yesterday and your name showed up on the box, I couldn’t refrain myself to paint a big smile on my face, and I continued to smile through the day – actually evening – so, I guess, time is come to answer. First of all, I want to apologize for not responding on your message on Instagram, nor to your lovely, lovely letter, nor to not showing up in Marseille. In my defense, I cans say that in this time I developed some very complex feeling about you, and through these two years I found myself many times remembrering – or picturing, if I may – you and the days we shared together; that said, at the same time I really struggled to answer because, first, I somewhat felt drained in general, and any interaction with you if far from effortless for my aging mind (haha) – and probably that’s why it’s so intriguing – and, at the same time and more important, I still felt the conflict between the romantic feelings (here it is another one) I still have for you and your multifaceted mind, and the clashing of our two different worlds and views. A vey bad spot to stay in, and over which continue to mull over for a long time. To squeeze an eye to the small elucubration (haha) on fragments, shards and splinters, there are splitnters that never leave you, and instead of being spit off from the skin they go down deep and reside there forever. Oh, that’s a lengty start. There would be more and more to talk about, as we used to do in the past – even sustaining three or more discourses at the same time, if I remember correctly – but, maybe there is another time for this, and I can start answering your (last) letter. I’m really looking for to read you dissertation and what sort of mental gymnastic you reached (ahah) but I also remember delightful discourses on the perspective of what’s art and what’s not (who was the author we were discussing?the one of the tre oranges and the instructions, “immaterial artpiece” ringing some bells here), so I’m not completely surprised for the over-use of -ism at a certain point of an art university ;). I have this thought in the back of my head that your “future-wife” is actually your thesis project (ahah), but the discrepancy of dates makes me guess not in the end, but I totally see the performance you’re planning into your “strings” (is it a common way-of-saying?) and I don’t know why I picutre you riding the horses raw and naked, but I guess is a bit too unconfortable from Lisbon to Paris like this, maybe the few last kilometers makes the point the same way (ahah). I can understand the struggle on proposing, I’m in a somwhat similar condition too – more on that probably the next time, if there will be – and, as a lone wolf too, I appreciate my indipendence – or egoism, would say someone, like my father – too much to capitulate (I’d prefer topple, here that renders better the wordplay I would use in italian), and I feel that surrender my body, while my mind still runs free, will condemn me to an existence of torture (maybe I used a litte too much drama here, but nevertheless). As always, I’m super curious of your dramas and gossip, like: what happened to your physical education friend and the guy with three girlfriends – I’m so sorry for the names, it has never been one of my strenghts – or the joung couple that was having a baby and wanted to do a tour around the world, and for what matters, your “moring sky and observations” autocelebrative artpiece/gift for the baby (haha)? About Rome: I have to do lessons in university from Monday to Wednesday, maybe this weekend – through some sorcerous and dark method – I can manage to “disappear” from here for one day, and reappear in my most hatred city. On the Sartre’s play: when I received the letter I started to draw the insegna of the theater to write a letter into (I remember you seen the picture of it), but I never finished (as I said before, wasn’t the best time); however the day of the play, I was in Paris (ahah) with the students of the Villard, so in my sorrow, I felt a little closer. Needless to say, how much I loved your letter and your “meet halfway” where you wanted to go in the first place, for a Sartre play nonetheless (that I would have enjoyed less then being there with you, as you can fathom). I’m two and an half hours into writing, and as you said there would be a lot more to share, while I hope that the words I typed will express more that what they simply mean. There is no sign of any kind of snow nor now nor in the imminent furture (more beach volley for me, if I didn’t break one more time); Annarita is a mess and ignoring my advices as always; and your feelings are – partially – correct: I have two tortoises walking in my living room right now (they’re so stupid, haha). You know so well how much narcissist I am, and how much I’m dying to know how you would try to describe it (hahaha), so I will use the same attention for you :p.
_______ :* G
(11/22/24)
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Dear G,

when we spoke the last time we said: “Hear from you in future.” - and I hope it is not intimidating that I now decide for both of us it’s the day.  But there are so lovely things to send!
Even nearly two years passed, I carry your position on fragments and somehow this thought became a part of my philosophy.
“On Fragments: I would have to distinguish fragments to shards, where the first comes from a fragile material, or something that has loose connections between the parts, shards - as their mental image I have implies – are very small parts that can only come from a very hard material, and with great effort. An exception could be made for glass shards, with a brittle material that brakes easily, but as “Prince Rupert’s drop” exists, glass could be also the toughest. And this distinguish could be made also for splinters, the tiniest of them all, the smallest quantity that something could “lose”. So, on fragments, shards and splinters: Following the Gogol reference (that I didn’t read) I don’t think that the loss of fragments leads to a loss of identity, but only on a redefining of it.” 
To keep it short, this conversations marked a part of the investigations I did over the time, and about philosophy can be said that I start writing my promovation in February, which makes me proud, because my mother does not understand nothing (and it’s normally a good sign).
If you and me would be teacher and teacher, I assume the email would finish here, but luckily at least I am not. ( :) ) 
I think, it’s because I am young, but I met a lot of chucky people in the last one and a half years. 

Within this people has been the one best and the one worst I ever encountered (I need to add I spent some time with vocabulary that ended on “-ism”, which makes me particularly not the most proud but was on the other hand a good enigma to cure). About the worst I do not want to speak, instead I want to draw a picture of my “future-wife”. We are not a romantic couple, I have never seen her naked (and also don’t want to) as well as we are maybe not even best friends. But reflecting on the idea of being a lonely wolf I decided, dedication is something I still want in my life (and maybe a second passport, because look at the world right now). This might be the biggest art piece I am working on at the moment and for me it is a georgious one, because I am the mind, she is the body and I think it’s the first immaterial artpiece that dies with a material body (refering to the tattooed guy that sold his skin). Our wedding is going to be in August 2025, we want to ride on white horses to Paris (on one hand to honor Yael Batana, on the other because of style... you surely get it). I did not propose yet, because drama, drama, drama. (It’s up to me and I honestly feel pressured, what is a funny side effect, but whatever). While for me November is the best time of the year, these days are hard for my “future-wife”, which is understandable, because she is a sensoric cat. She loves Caravaggio. I thought she needs to cry “out” in front of the same beauty that surrounds her, and since we tried the mirror, didn’t work, I decided now she shoud try it in front of her favorite painting. I assume, there could be a sort of beautiful curing silence. (I’m aware about my pragmatism). 

We go to Rome on Monday. 

I didn’t forget how much you hate Rome (I give you the point, that all this is a little pathetic), and I nearly feel flat to invite you to cry with us in front of Caravaggio’s beauty, but I can’t lie what a pleasure this thought is in my mind to introduce you this little situation-juewel.
When I saw the play of Sartre, I knew I will do it alone and I can add with confidence, that I did not miss you there. 
Somewhere in me I admire you for staying, while I do also admire myself for moving.
Reading my own blabla I think, maybe I am marrying because I am not an artist but a hopeless romantic (ergo iditot), and the worst example of my own paradigma.
Well.

All this is something I wanted to share with you, and in any case I hope your life is also beautiful in the moment, 
I hope there is a little snow already in your garden, 
I hope Anarita is doing great,
I hope your work as well.

Somehow I feel you have a pet now, is it a parrot?
You carry a nice spot in my identity, even I can’t describe with words how it looks there.
(11/21/24)