Five years ago. Paris. Keaton Henson’s concert.
Please world/God/fate take me back to this moment and leave me there, with her, when everything was good and wonderful and nothing lost. When I was her ‘sweetheart’ and she was mine. Who am I now?


“Se tu ti ricordassi di me, non mi importerebbe nulla neanche se tutti gli altri mi dimenticassero.”

Murakami Haruki, “Kafka sulla spiaggia”