‘Καὶ ἠγάπησαν οἱ ἄνθρωποι µᾶλλον τὸ σκότος ἢ τὸ φῶς’
‘But people loved darkness instead of light’ (Jn, 3:19)
To interview: ‘to visit someone from time to time’. We come back to visit the past, from History to stories. Close to our heart, Southbound, between the Murge and the liver, in our parochial underbelly. A year later, from festival to festival, we haunt each other, to watch incredulously and cruelly the fear of those who can no longer feel terror. We turn the mirror to each other—to tear ourselves apart. And get together again.
That is just another way to celebrate a friendship.
December 2022. Newspapers title: The Christmas play is about death/ Children in tears/ Angry parents/ Take their children away. They made me a Satanist and I don’t believe it. I mean, now that I’ve finally become a Christian. Fuck, it’s really true that God has a great time. There’s much to be learned from God. I wanted to make a movie, but casting was terrible. Ain’t true. Take the script and eat it all, you shits.
Sincerely, yours
Santa Loser
And by the way, yes to life, always.
