Let’s put it this way: there’s a guy – it was at least 50 years ago. He’s riding a Vespa (no, not a yellow one, but whatever). And he’s cruising the streets that are his home. And... what the hell should I tell you? Everything went to shit. Everything. Everything we liked, everything we believed in, everything we were, even us, we were... nothing, all to shit. He rides and thinks. And while he rides, he sings. In his head, you know, and then maybe he pretends he’s on the phone, so they let him talk to himself and no one bothers him. Well, he sings something. And who knows if he realizes that twenty, thirty years later that stuff he’s singing, that goes around in his head, someone else is singing it... (stuff you could make movies about!).

Well, I don't know if it would have done that guy any good. And if you think about it, picture him on a green meadow, above the white cliffs of Dover, with his little Vespa, all that he has. And to everything that it meant to be something. The C with his hand, a team, a nameless school, everything. No, nothing else. All over. Just a scream.

I don’t know, I’m torn on whether to share what I’m listening to

Pearl Jam - *Love Reign O'er Me* - 5.17.10 Boston, MA

or "everything in the world is a joke"... you decide...
But am I going to like Pearl Jam? Who knows? Who the hell are Pearl Jam?
Oh, ps: everything written before is only related to the song, instead I thank a part of the Langhe called Roero and I’m doing wonderfully!
Then a girl walks by, I ask her, do you know Pearl Jam? She says, ah! stuff from the last century! So, that's what I wanted to tell you...