08:00 – Waking up on time. Consistency is the only architecture that holds when the weather outside is grim. There’s a storm warning, but it’s just an excuse: the truth is, I never go out.

The Absence – There is no point in walking outside if Nicoletta isn’t there to share every step. I miss talking over her silences. Commenting on every scene of a film until we have to watch it three times just to understand a thing. I talk too much, I know.

Depths – I felt the urge to clean the least visible places, where time settles undisturbed. There are layers nesting everywhere, in the gaps between things and thoughts. I pulled out my protective goggles; some residues are hard as thorns, they hit hard when you try to remove them.

Silence, finally – Now the room is still. I’ve stripped away what was weighing down the system, trying to let the space breathe again. But I have the impression I haven't done my best yet. When everything is white, the gray stands out more. And I notice it.