I wish you were here, breaking with the stupid habit of writing to you without reading me, because you never do it and instead you go away, you go to those dive bars where you always claim to be closer to the real people. I don't know if this time I can muster enough strength to go out in search of you, I lost count of the messages I left hidden for you, while the lady in that dusty bar always ends up collecting your outstanding bills.
I wish you weren't here, or anywhere else.
Photographers: Franco Carino Zanotti