Iside
Le lasagne

Soundtrack: Death In Vegas - Hands Around My Throat - U.X.B. Remix - on loop and Boards Of Canada - Trans Canada Highway - also on loop

Images: Paz, resurrected, draws Azzo, sprawled on his worn-out couch, not in underwear because it’s unbelievably cold, with the laptop on his lap, while pondering, so to speak.

The comic: "Mumble, mumble...what was I thinking when I said yes...that genius Fusiillo, he’ll definitely knock me down, who knows what he’ll come up with, what comparisons, the daring descents, the climbs back up, memories of Burmese harps, peacocks soaring high in the skies of Bangkok...and Bjorky, she seems all wild and thoughtless and yet, when she writes, so precise, she’ll definitely punish me...let's not even talk about the Captain, who seems slow-slow and then he's as swift as a Bang...luckily, Iside can't talk about his lasagna, he'd be inauspicious too. Then Doctor J will come along to say I make the usual fool of myself...Where do I start?...Well, I've managed to digest them, and without even downing the usual bottle of Montenegro. And I was happy as a Pippo, the Sanjuro. I could do a little philological piece, start with my grandmother's lasagna...but my grandmother, she never made them for me...nor did my mother...is that the problem? Is that why I end up arguing with Sadeyesetc.? Yes, yes, that's the problem...and then I think that my ex used to buy the pasta sheets and we'd regularly throw it away because it was expired...annoying dots...The only option would be to ask Poletti for help, imagine if he doesn’t know about lasagna. No, I guess since Totò didn’t make them, he knows nothing. Blackdog! He's a true gourmet! But no, that one only understands lasagna. Trying the metaspaceelectronicalabarda lasagna from Ghemison? Otherwise, I'll ask Alessioiride...but I bet he’d just review his own lasagna, waiting for Maryg to confirm their beauty...it’s pointless to ask Grantnicholas and Flinstone, they don't understand a thing about food in England and Russia...Iside said he made them that very morning, so after 1973, Arnold would definitely speak badly of them...something strong is needed here, one of those who discuss death, thrash, grind...but I don't know anyone, serves me right for never reading their reviews...besides, you can't even make comparisons: what about last year's? And three years ago? Are they the masterpiece within Iside's work, or the start of its decline? Too derivative? Can you tell that the cook is already wealthy?...Mumble, mumble".