I have a gecko in the living room. In Palermo, summer isn't over yet. You can tell because you can still hear the sounds of the gags from Paperissima Sprint spilling out of other people’s open windows and drifting around like ghosts whiii buuuuump sbiiiii fuiiiiii. I watch the gecko, the gecko feels watched. Maybe now it will do something funny and I'll have material to send to Paperissima Sprint too. Luigi Dallapiccola: Piccola Musica Notturna (1954)